I'm fond of fall,

it's quiet and cool

Its grand and vivid magic rule

is all around, in the every corner

swearing allegiance to Madonna

In gold...

I'm fond...

I'm fond of fall,

I'm fond of rainy cold...

In early evenings semi-darkness-semi-light

A fluffy dog is running by my side

The ghost of autumn, whom I've met

and falling lonely colored leaves of a quartet...

The whisper hot echoed there by the river

And maple trees cast a pink shadow over Shiva

He's meditating under trees

while autumn sun is sending cheers

I'm fond of fall, I'm fond of magic meadow

I'll open an old book and leave it in the shadow

A sunset ray is gliding down the pages

while reading fairy tales about the ancient sages...