Леонид Сергеев - Осень
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The first snow in the morning, the old poplar is goal,
I dropped summer beauty.
Dark branches of strings are quiet too much,
Sad too much autumn.

The old tracks were a little ranging
From the sky to the ground - ask.
The garage ships warmly,
The past is warm - autumn.

I look out the window - drops on the glass,
The clock is eight again.
The belated sheet stretches to the ground,
Sharped land - autumn.

I look out the window ...
I look out the window ...
I look out the window ...