You can't hear us at midnight November has come,
With his rustling, soft gait,
A halo stretched across the sky behind him
And the clouds hung like a gray beard.
By morning, he became the rightful owner.,
Filling the courtyards and alleys,
I flipped through the calendar in front of everyone,
Taking it out of a beautiful oak casket.
We've been waiting for November to come.,
With fog, rain and autumn sunshine,
He'll take us all the way to winter.,
With a cheerful, good mood for everyone.
Mahmoud Layuk
01.11.2024 ENEM.
К нам в полночь не слышно Ноябрь пришёл. перевод
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