When the colors are reborn -
the green turns yellow
and with joy, we gather from the fruits -
of their succulence and sweetness full,
they felt the flocks were gathering -
with the rays, the most recent embrace,
cover me with autumn gilded,
let the cool winds not swallow
my soul, left in the yard,
to wait for you until next spring.
And with an eye out forever, up there,
you will find me still to pray.
But promise me you will come back,
with the smell of crocus meadows.
And with your edge slightly as you see me,
again in beauty, we will drown!
Goodbye and Kisses ...
