We dried grass , sleep - grass in the attic,
scattered heap on heap of newspapers.
Summer went on the outcome , September offing ,
and in September on the grass puts dry ban.
In September, the sleep- grass mourn gray rain ,
in September paly cover sheet sleep- grass,
in September, can not live without a hat and galoshes ,
however, you can live like Stoics live
and the grass is dry in September or rot,
bells hanging on it , but no sound
Sweet dream dream - grass does not deploy the wing ,
narrow month in the grass can not be conceived ,
and we have another forty days until September ,
and now carousing bumble bees in the meadows ,
and funny witch , spell words,
Ted heap of grass in attics .
As we 'll finish drying armfuls of sleep- grass ,
How to put it in linen bags
pobredut the attic unprecedented lions,
fly from the attic hushed giggles ,
scattered sparks at dusk they
sweet smell of dry grass nepokoshennoy ;
Here comes winter, and we'll Remember ,
as a dried herb in a month in ones days
and we are not alone .