Charms of autumn whirling, Exults camp brightest days, the Soul trembles with excitement In the candlelight Rowan lights. In the cool of a sleepy languor, From mysterious depths, I hear a timid prayer, a Blush erupted ash. Sadness crumbled like leaves, Burning with the glow of fires, Causes the colors of autumn brush To canvas orange bushes. Sounds simple melody From the spring of my soul, into the Distance gray clouds flock Floats in the radiance of the rays. The soul is singing, dancing autumn, the Tint of the streets mottled gray, In the hand of the fair lights, dancing a waltz in my heart... I had to go in the Vologda region. Deep autumn, around the hills - yellow, red, green what a beauty. It is a real "Autumn tango". I loved walk in the woods, warm sunshine, flies on the web, under my feet rustling the leaves. Plunged into such beauty, you forget everything bad in my soul calm and lyrical mood.