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Rain in the early morning
Fresh stains on the puddles
A slightly yellowed edges of the white clouds
The sun is rising timidly, and drawing new patterns of the rainbow bridges
The drops on the branches and yellowed leaves are telling me about fall every day
I hear rustling underfoot every day, and
I am not lazy to bend and pick up the gold
A breeze skillfully swirls a vortex with the leaves, and
Saturates the scent of autumn at my gate
The drops on the branches and yellowed leaves are telling me about fall every day
I hear rustling underfoot every day, and
I don't mind bending to pick up the gold
And all my worries fade away
While a light sadness fills my heart
The horizon is so close, but there is no path to it
There is only a direction and a rosy distance
There is only a direction and a rosy distance
What a gentle sadness the fall has gifted me once more
It briefly opened to my view
The rosy distance, close at hand
Like in my childhood, I soar above the earth
My outstretched arms are becoming my wings
And my heart whispers I have been here before
So familiar déjà vu makes me tremble
The yellow leaf, in its gentle fall
Settles upon the earth like a soft-woven carpet
The little leaf whispers how hard it is
To leave me behind and lie beneath the snow
Waiting for the Crimean spring in the solitude of winter
Do you see how autumn slips away?
We watch as winter comes to Crimea
And the pine boughs bent beneath the weight of snowy crowns
The nature holds its breath in a frosty silence
Not a sound
Only snowflakes are moving as if in slow motion
They are whirling soundlessly in their unhurried dance
A ceremonial mantle upon the Crimean land
Crimean winter
At times it is chilly and frosty
One moment a thaw, the next the wind blows, and the snow all around is melting
Then suddenly a blizzard swirls, and we cannot see each other
There are no laws in it, nor is there any constancy
There are no laws in it, nor is there any constancy
