Autumn... the quiet whisper of leaf fall...

(Verse 1)

The crimson sky touched with a brush timidly,

And the day became shorter, like a whisper.

 The river slowed down its slow pace,

Accepting the fact that the ice is approaching.

(Chorus)

The wind plays the autumn blues with a flourish,

In the orchestra of the crowns, where every leaf is a soloist.

 And the gold of the leaves, like a flash,

It will remind us that the world is beautiful and clean.

(Verse 2)

Transparent air, as if in crystal,

And the silence rings like a mountain spring.

The field fell asleep in the gloomy distance,

Only the cobweb is silvered,

(Chorus)

The autumn blues is played by the wind famously,

In the crown orchestra, where each sheet is a soloist.

And the gold of the leaves, like a flash,

Will remind us that the world is beautiful and pure.

(Bridge)

The rains are falling, washing away the colors of summer,

But in every drop is a reflection of past days.

 And in this there is a poet's longing,

And sadness, and the light of the departed poplars.

(Chorus)

The autumn blues are played by the wind,

In the orchestra of the crowns, where every leaf is a soloist.

 And the gold of the foliage, like a flash,

Will remind us that the world is beautiful and pure.

(Outro)

Autumn... The quiet whisper of the falling leaves,

It's a music that never ends.

And even sadness is a special reward,

For a heart that loves autumn.