original: http://www.stihi.ru/2012/04/30/9712
Our summer will soon be over.
I can see in the morning glee
Two discoloring buds of clover -
Like two clouds, like you and me.
On your planet I was a rover,
Ther' still ginger and ginseng grow.
Our summer will soon be over,
Look, the sun above us hangs low.
Dragonflying in warm lightmindness
We got stiff in a viscous mead.
After all, it is time to harvest
Everything that we truly need.
Our summer will soon be ended.
Take my hand - doesn't it feel numb?
One last moment let me be candid
Our time's only yet to come.
Time and place
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