September. The autumn has come,
But all things I have already done.
Leaves rustle again on the ground,
But what new in this autumn was found?
A candle again dies away,
Again I don’t know what to say.
You know that I love you so much,
I’m still waiting again for your touch.
I’m not afraid – I’m not a rabbit,
To live with memories – it’s just a habit.
Now I know what again I will do.
And next autumn I’ll waiting you too.
In my heart only sadness I feel.
It’s my dream and my life isn’t real?
No it’s wrong. It is only a rain,
It’s my sky and it’s crying again.