The birds are gathering in flocks again...
Amazing flight across the seas ahead of them...
Green summer brightful, cheerful every day...
Good bye,gold summer,good bye,and then...
Behind my windows this Autumn tossing wires...
Grey rain behind me drifts since morning,so...
I met past years in sorrow and stinging fire...
My love was passing me and pushing me to go...
I cant get back star nights from sky to You...
My heart recalled with pain in vains again...
Four years ago summer told me simply too:
If cant to feel-you need to meet your rain!
Behind my windows this Autumn tossing wires...
Grey rain behind me drifts since morning,so...
I met past years in sorrow and stinging fire...
My love was passing me and pushing me to go...
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