Autumn – Caprice (rússia) – letras

The warm sun is failing,the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing;the pale flowers are dying,Come months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead, cold year,The chill rain is falling;the night worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling,the thunder is knelling,The blithe swallows are flown,and the lizards each goneAnd the earth’s a deathbed,in a shroud of leaves deadCome months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead, cold year.