Autumn filled out my eyes...

Autumn filled out my eyes...

And the cold waters’ sighs

Started tearing my soul while the leaves’ falling down.   

                                  

And I can’t fell asleep,

Just remembering the trip

That we couldn’t get trough hand-in-hand on our own...

 

And the crawling mist

Like a shivering beast

Tries to hide in a bush, taking shelter from storm.

 

Throwing blames in my face,

That I got used to waste...

That I got used to bury every year that has gone.

 

Sticking face in the leaves...

Taking a breath of past dreams...

I won’t find a demur  to the bitter  call-down.

 

Just in sky  of deep grey

I can hear clanging cranes:

It’s the voices of yore, asking me for a pardon...