Оригинален текст
Grey clouds fly in autumn skies.
Starck black stems beeld amber
Bright orange, dark red, pull -- hanging fruit
Lingers dripping ripe.
The wind spits them into the earth,
A sea of golden hair and dirt.
Splitting open
Grey clouds fly in autumn skies.
Starck black stems beeld amber
Bright orange, dark red, pull -- hanging fruit
Lingers dripping ripe.
The wind spits them into the earth,
A sea of golden hair and dirt.
Splitting open