A woman who looks like autumn, You enter my house quietly. You have leaf falls on your shoulders, A golden pool in your hair. You laugh — and the light in the window grows warmer, You are silent — and the light becomes. And on your fingers, like on the branches, A honey trail remains. As long as you are beautiful, as long as The foliage burns in my window, As long as you are beautiful, as long as Winter is not afraid of me. Sometimes the cozy sun lies right on the edge of the table. And your voice is like a cup in your hands, warms you more than any warmth. I learn from your silence not to rush, not to tear, not to regret. But the clock is already ticking more firmly, and the glass begins to grow white. The wind tears away the last colors, erases the traces along the way. And I hear how, somewhere behind the door, winter is getting ready to come. While you are beautiful, while The foliage is burning in my window, While you are beautiful, while I am not afraid of winter. While you are beautiful But winter lies ahead… I know, I see How the air is growing thinner. But if you are by my side, The cold passes through my fingers And no longer hurts. While you are beautiful, while The foliage is burning in my window, While you are beautiful, while I’m not afraid of winter [ end ]
