Yellow leaves fall down
to your feet on the ground,
Screams of crows bring to you
thoughts of dreams not coming true...
The autumn breath plays with your hair
and the strangest thoughts
coming from nowhere
touch you deeply and within
there is the birth of cherished dream...
Enchanted wind and dancing leaves...
Of yellow colour, lonely feels...
Every move of the shawl
and wings of a crow
brings to you thoughts about mortal love...
And mortal life...
You're born, you live and then you'll die!
How mysterious autumn is
Now I'm thinking with its breath.
It still plays with the leaves and the shawl...
They grow, become yellow and then fall...
All has its end, all can be changed...
All life is like standing on the razor's edge...
