Осеннее, антилирическое

Осеннее, антилирическое. 
 (Весне и лету посвящается).

This  time is very sad
To please my extinct sight.
The autumn makes me mad,
Stops of my soul the flight.

I hate these slushy days,
They drive me from the street,
There are no other ways
To live to desired heat.

So gloomy stand naked trees,
The wind blows into the face,
It blows out all the ideas,
Except how to drink at some place.

The place would be found at once,
Not a problem - the company- too,
So the life is giving a chance
With boredom something to do.

Melancholy, wine, dances and sex
And naughty Bang  all night long.
This boredom will never leave me, unless
The spring will come back, charming song.

And the wind is still blowing hard,
Winter doesn't come to an end,
Snow has covered my court yard,
And my soul is in grief, … yet.

I will wait, all to spite, my spring!
I will predict summer and  heat,
I will live to the full extent and will sing,
I will really be  happy at least!

2011 г.