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- In the tenth month...
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- «В десятый месяц,
когда Боги улетают и падают красные листья,
рассеиваясь на ветру,
не зная почему,
я чувствую себя покинутым.»
In the tenth month's fading light,
When gods take flight, a somber sight,
And red leaves fall, a fiery rain,
Across the plain, a whispered pain.
Scattering winds, they softly sigh,
Beneath a melancholic sky,
Without a clue, I understand,
This lonely land, held in my hand.
The air grows crisp, the days grow brief,
A chilling grief, beyond belief,
The colors fade, a muted tone,
I'm all alone, upon my throne.
Scattering winds, they softly sigh,
Beneath a melancholic sky,
Without a clue, I understand,
This lonely land, held in my hand.
The world transforms, a different face,
Leaving no trace, in time and space,
And I'm adrift, a wandering soul,
Beyond control, losing my goal.
Forlorn I stand, beneath the trees,
Carried by the breeze, with memories.