My dear homeland, with fields so wide
And rivers that carve through vast, silent tide
On green hills where the calm winds flow
I left my heart in your soil below

Where wheat grows tall, and autumn turns gold
I, far from you, in the cold snow unfold
The distant peaks, where bears are hunted still
Sing in the breeze, a sweet, wistful thrill

Oh, my homeland, why did I leave thee?
With fo...

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The autumn sky began to sound like rain again

The drops of the rain will water the ground.

My thoughts and desires for sure will remain.

Perhaps romance nowadays was found.

I don’t like partings and sad glances so much,

I don't like saying "farewell" as such.

I know it's not forever but I don't like to part.

The partings always break my heart.

If only we were allo...

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Autumn turned into the red October.

It made a fire out of colorful leaves.

It wasn't cold but turned into amber.

In rains and winds, it only believes.

In October Autumn has become just crazy.

In October Autumn has become a bit lazy.

Walking sadly, weeping with a lot of tears,

Hiding carefully its reddish face and fears.

The thoughts of crazy October torm...

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She goes quietly, slowly, and surely.

She demonstrates her beauty yearly.

The rain was in love with our beauty

Anyone could call her only cutie.

She walks so gently on a warm night,

Like a gentle moth flies to a bright light.

She flies easily in the trees dark,

Her leaves swirl in the dark park.

And the aroma of an apple and a plum

Always give her sw...

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Wearing a gray raincoat, with an unsteady walk,

The rain was so sad and didn't want to talk.

He remembered those sweet and beautiful days

When the butterflies flew among the warm bays.

He remembered a nightingale singing a song

And it looked as if nothing was wrong.

Now autumn melancholy and sadness

Replaced the joy of summer happiness.

The rain came acr...

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Late rainy autumn was standing near the window,
she was waiting for the wind to come
-Where are you, my naughty fellow?
-Where are you caring along, my charm?

She was irritated by his carelessness,
she was angry with his frivolity
But still admired his appearance,
and still was charmed by his self-confidence.

Autumn was always a woman,
red-haired and very susceptible,
a little ...

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