Again

September. The autumn has come,

But all things I have already done.

Leaves rustle again on the ground,

But what new in this autumn was found?



A candle again dies away,

Again I don’t know what to say.

You know that I love you so much,

I’m still waiting again for your touch.



I’m not afraid – I’m not a rabbit,

To live with memories – it’s just a habit.

Now I know what again I will do.

And next autumn I’ll waiting you too.



In my heart only sadness I feel.

It’s my dream and my life isn’t real?

No it’s wrong. It is only a rain,

It’s my sky and it’s crying again.