When autumn comes and leaves cover a ground,
Look like a golden carpet on the floor,
I understand that everything I've found
Is just a dust. And nothing more.
And in the sky with millions of bright points
I see just points - no magical stars.
And milky-way is chocolate - не боле.
И от английского я к осени устал.
Прекрасно всё, но как-то пусто, голо,
Я закрываю двери даже в шкаф.
But through the window I hear a violin's solo
That sings The Word, и это слово - ...
15.08.08