Glorious autumn has finally come,
I hope, I will find peace and some - ...
Echo from the past unusually delays,
it delays in many different ways ...
I would like, all this, somehow, to paint,
teach me art, you paintress, my Saint ...
Leaves are falling on the soil - ground,
with such a melancholy echo - sound ...
My Lord, please, wash away my pain,
yes, it echoes with a lot of gain!!!
Dear autumn at least you can help,
I am useless like a newborn - whelp ...
