The autumn is coming,

The August is charming,

But the rain often darkens the sky,

And I know, you certainly love me

As I once long ago loved you.

 

Why the yearning

Is burning inside you?

Why are you so sad when with me?

Why in August the dreams

Can’t be sweet as in spring?

 

The rowan is reddish

But not for the anguish

Rain drops knock at the window today

What a pity that some grievances

Can’t be forgotten by loving hearts.

 

Not in vain

The yearning is burning,

Not in vain you are sad when with me

As in August the dreams are not real,

They come true in the earliest spring.

 

The autumn is coming,

The August is charming,

But the rain often darkens the sky,

And I know, you certainly love me

As I once long ago loved you.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 28^th of August, 2012