Summer has flown by way too fast.
Autumn scatters yellow leaves.
Golden balls - the last summer flowers
Are carried by autumn to itself in showers.
Golden balls.
And the summer is ended.
What happened will not go back.
The cold rain is on the leg.
Autumn teares the petals,
The wind carries them around the world.
Everything passes, but still
It's good that the summer whirled.
Leaves spin slowly in a farewell waltz.
Old waltz "Autumn dream", and the leaves fall to the ground.
Only Golden balls, still warmed with the summer warmth,
Do not believe in the quickly coming of autumn storms.