In the simple silken garment
given by the breeze
On the yellow leaves’ carpet in the gateway
There is the Autumn-Lady dancing
Boston’s waltz –caprice
Saxophone’s sounds fade,
The day is drifting away
All the people of the district used to come and stare,
All the birds fr om nearby applauded warmly
To the Autumn- Lady dancing in the golden square
To the trees, to the moon and to the old-fashioned tune
I often doze seeing these,
How often I dream all these:
The Autumn-Lady’s dancing Boston’s waltz –caprice
Where yellow leaves lie beneath,
There is a black whirling disc:
'Wait for a moment, please, hang on,
you’re my caprice'
I often doze seeing these,
How often I dream all these:
The Autumn-Lady’s dancing Boston’s waltz –caprice
Getting dizzy from the pleasure,
careless of its age
Our house was heaving merrily and flapping
With its creaking open windows,
old, reminiscent,
Having the mystic scent
of long passed youth to present
When the melody, dissolving in the twilight,
Faded finally, the Lady felt like crying
Tiny rain drops, drops of sorrow, trying to suspend…
Everything, once begun, will always come to an end
I often doze seeing these,
How often I dream all these:
The Autumn-Lady’s dancing Boston’s waltz –caprice
Where yellow leaves lie beneath,
There is a black whirling disc:
“Wait for a moment, please, hang on,
you’re my caprice”
I often doze seeing these,
How often I dream all these:
The Autumn-Lady’s dancing Boston’s waltz –caprice