Wonderful - Autumn

Autumn. it has come back.
And it smells room, house and flat..
All the streets, all the clouds, all the winds..
Why are so many words from these simple things?

Our life is too short..but with art.
I wasn't waiting the draft in my heart.

Why have my lips this taste of milk,
After I poured myself a glass of wine?
This burden in hand is bottering me,
because without love everything would be fine.

No. I must change anything.
I understand, that this stuff I can't drink.
"Put the glass in the window -
good idea" - I think.

Yes, the mirror can't lye - I am drunk.
Drunk with autumn and drunk with rain.
And I can't gp away, go away from this pain.

I am flying. I want to scream and I scream throw the door..
I'll never be silent, I can say more.

And the roof left me long ago..
I said "Thank you, but No,
I have the world under the snow"

This autumn will finish and I break the glass.
I must brush away this sweet, but bad gas.
I'll go and come back - It's the circle always..
I'm now like the water - I have many ways..