Outside our window falls the rain
On the stove, a grasshopper tunes the fiddle
Girls cry for the end of summer
Only from afar one hears
A fall concert on two grasshoppers and a chimney wind
A strawman fell asleep under a pear tree
And dreams of a beautiful girl
And a roadside scarecrow counts the willows
Dancing upon the meadow in a field mouse's embrace
A concert, a concert, a fall concert on two grasshoppers and a chimney wind
The concert that will die out with the Indian summer
Tree trunks long ago covered themselves with moss
The wind blew away still another day
Among the field stubble fires have lit tup
In the distance wends along
a fall concert on two grasshoppers and a chimney wind
A strawman fell asleep under a pear tree
And dreams of a beautiful girl
And a roadside scarecrow counts the willows
Dancing upon the meadow in a field mouse's embrace
And the roadside scarecrow counts the willows
Dancing upon the meadow in a field mouse's embrace
The concert that will die out with the Indian summer
The scent of the harvest has long ago aired out
Tightly all doors have been closed
The people wait if perhaps tomorrow will be white
Under the stove quietly plays
A fall concert for two grasshoppers and a chimney wind
Fled to the road, fell in love with the willow, and suddently floated away
And the scarecrow lies lonely in the field
The mouse forsook him and fled to the barn
A concert, a concert, a fall concert on two grasshoppers and a chimney wind
Today, along with the grasshoppers, it went to sleep for the winter.
1 comment:
That is amazing! I love it!!! I can see why it would make you miss Poland.
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