From top of the skies to bottom
The air is crystal and clean.
A girl with the name Autumn
Is playing magical violin.
And when the violin sounds higher,
At once, it gets burned all around.
She’s playing and setting on fire
The trees and the grass on the ground.
She likes this mysterious game
With strings and the bow on the run.
She spreads cold oblivion’s flame,
Her smile says: ‘Isn’t it fun?’
At noon, when the game is over,
She’s calling the wandering winds,
And saying she wants them to cover
The ground with a carpet of leaves.
She’s casting a spell on the weather
And helping to stock up on food
Harvesting people, and later,
Animals in fields and the woods.
And, towards south, she is flying
With leaving home flocks of birds,
Then, listening to their crying,
She shouts after them farewell words.
She’s weaving a wreath of marigold
And singing the sunny day song.
So many things she has to hold,
She’s busy the whole day long.
In twilight, she’s taking a glance
At fading sun’s flower in the west
And asking herself: ‘Shall I dance
And take my well-deserved rest?’
Looking from grey cloudy cotton,
The Moon sheds its pale cold light.
The girl with the name Autumn
Is dancing in a calm velvet night.