" Cold fields and wells, the horizon mills swinging. comes as light yellow flame autumn, And the shepherds sad singing in the forest. few weary, wide beam lies on the road to yellow bell. Pro fence red of apples and pears Swinging on as a golden bell. And in the evening I can not fall asleep. I see , as moonlight flying geese And the full moon yellow track slowly swim by my sadness. " cards, soles lateksuoti