I'm fond of fall, it's quiet and cool Its grand and vivid magic rule is all around, in the every corner swearing allegiance to Madonna In gold... I'm fond... I'm fond of fall, I'm fond of rainy cold... In early evenings semi-darkness-semi-light A fluffy dog is running by my side The ghost of autumn, whom I've met and falling lonely colored leaves of a quartet... The whisper hot echoed there by the river And maple trees cast a pink shadow over Shiva He's meditating under trees while autumn sun is sending cheers I'm fond of fall, I'm fond of magic meadow I'll open an old book and leave it in the shadow A sunset ray is gliding down the pages while reading fairy tales about the ancient sages...