bavialette, a memory of love from the days of dating, how much it curses.ams there were of the dawn, how many tears there were from the dawn, thank you, babelet. thank you. the sun is in the pines, autumn, a very warm autumn , so the rowing rains have come to us, if fogs lay unexpectedly early in the morning, then in september expect a generous autumn, then in september wait for a generous autumn, and how great happiness, in the rustle of yellow leaves, we will meet autumn together. if in love autumn together with a loud song, tenderly and carefully enters our home, tenderly and carefully enters our home. how many springs have flown by, let them not count autumn, at least. the rulers shout farewell, if summer is leaving, the song has not yet been sung, let the falling leaves circle above us, let the falling leaves circle above us. if summer is leaving, if it is not yet finished, let the leaves circle above us, let the leaves circle above us. three words, like three lights, will come to you in the middle of the day, they will sometimes come to you. at night