The autumn wind blows, pushed his hand through my hair thin,
Touching pinched my body, Wales.
I'm cold, my coat with reject the chest,
Looks up at the sky, the clouds are competing.

Sit down up, I go, merengue,
Bugs in my face, sparkling sand.
Interfere with my body, causing pain but pain,
Shooting, stunted leaves, broken wood fragments.

I feel pain, the dirt is not requested, among other things,
Message is not taken - yellow leaves.
I do not, but others not, is it?
He came here in the autumn, he did not ask anyone.

Here, are some of the winter, the Galantus,
Regeneration of green, the color cavalcade.
The alluring flowers, the green meadow,
Prepare a place of love and happiness.
New summer place, the young people growing up.