There, behind the wall the piano
Sounds endlessly with the sadness of fall,
This moaning song is native for me –
Someone else is ill with my autumn pain.
Like a sad autumn rain,
I endlessly cry like a rain,
That sounds - tender and monotonous - are
Behind the wall and in my soul.
Sounds endlessly with the sadness of fall
© Copyright: Анна Иерусалимская, 2011
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