I was born in the spring,
But I love autumn...
This time, I was drunk
And sleep does not give.
This time I
About something requests,
Requests to go back
Not letting forward.
I was born in the spring,
Like a violet, as a rose.
The winter sun and the cold
Not for me;
But I, alas, never
Not afraid of frosts.
heart in the autumn,
Soul in the spring.
This autumn blue,
As if the words of the Poem.
These autumn yellow days
If the lights.
I was born in the spring,
Although I love autumn.
This time I sing like a Nightingale.
This time I was much-it takes,
And where, guess,
In Yesterday...
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19 октября 1997 год
Autumn...
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