Yellow leaves, whiter snow
In the yellow light of street lamps.
So many leaves fall from the sky,
It seems like young, but already old.
The stal wind - their executioner, angry,
Rain cold on the fence urins.
Old leaves, although die, do not sleep,
They want to fly to death.
Complete them, wind, SKE,
A little longer than their agony.
They tell them about hot countries,
Where the leaves are not faded on magnolias.
From the screw, rather, from the screw,
Leaves, before death, smells to Padal.
They do not need a damn
Well, let them fly, and do not fall.
That such a terrible will happen
When in light oxygen will end.
If the heart is no longer knocking,
So, in vain with my doctor hurt.
It means it will be easier and warmer
Dissolved in the leaves of late autumn.
With them cost where to be stern:
Played, and then dropped.
Complete us, wind, started
We will warm up the pain of yesterday's pain.
We tell us about distant countries,
Where sneeze rarely, and do not cough.
From the screw, rather, from the screw,
With leaves spin - a sea of joy!
We do not need a damn
Nothing better, and no nasty.
