The fall is knocking...
You're maybe yawning -
And warmth will blow.
Ah, doo-dle-doo!
The leaves spin round in the falling
And cold bursts into with ado.
The stumps will bring me grief and sorrow,
The bare trees will give me dole.
But look - that leaf won't fall tomorrow,
And it'll be better for my soul.
The fall is knocking...
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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