Autumn in gold, scarlet,
The noise of the sheets, the carpet is.
Leaves fall whirl,
The wind in the pair will rustle.
Wind dance, perelivom,
Wind dance whirl.
And the foliage like a waterfall,
Pours gold noisy.
Leaves fall to the ground,
Utilas as carpet.
The sound of the leaves it is not loud,
The leaves are falling hard.
The wind where they will catch up,
In the dance of the wind whirl.
And the foliage will run with the wind,
The fall in the gold flies.
With the wind whirl as in the waltz,
Wind and autumn foliage.
Autumn in gold, scarlet,
Said spring yet.
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