AUTUMN RAIN. Autumn rain, not summer rain, Autumn rain, you're my dearest, how are You salt and bitter tears On the ground you sorrow bring. Your motives – past words, That the memory already sound dull, They will be washed away anyway, but until then, I see something that so recently was. And what was there? Been so long That I remember one, sounded this song, And it was outside the window was white, In the soul of sadness, which is wonderful. Was a game without views and without words, I tortured my heart was Torn six months from the invisible shackles, I lost the fight, but they found the door. Now what? This side here? Autumn rain is pounding in the shower sad, And all go and all go watch, I'm reminded of what once was... By Olga Partala (versos. EN)