See you golden trees,
Crying red leaves,
With trembling long branches
Waving good-bye...

Hear you lonely paths,
Carpeted with dried flowers,
Sobbing under footsteps...

Wailing when the wind blows...

See you the rain,
Slipping on mossy roofs,
Chasing a lonely bird
Dancing on the country lane.

Hear you the longing hearts,
Calling for each other,
And the weary August
Running to