I remember the blue of the sky
Combined with the autumn tints
Of thick woods which rise so high
And hide many secrets and hints.
I remember the churches’ walls
Fast asleep under stately domes.
It seems time slowly crawls
In these quiet holy homes.
I remember your beautiful voice
Which sounds so clear and calm.
My desperate heart could rejoice
At your soothingly gentle charm.
Oh, what a wonderful thing
Happened to us that September!..
It looked and felt quite like spring...
Even prettier!.. Do you remember?..