Autumn reigned under the whisper of leaves
Sewing us a path of gold
She was trampled by the wind,
The blues of October covered.
Rains rushed towards me
Covering my face in bulk
Once I dreamed in the house,
That I will live forever where.
Not a fairy tale, fiction, but heaven
Prepared for us here by God
In the distance the murmur of a stream
The weather is silent.
The autumn rain sobs sobbing
I turn on the music for myself and pour the guest,
That she came into the house here by chance.
