on the carpet of yellow leaves
dress in simple
from donated wind crepe de chine
danced in the doorway autumn boston.
forth to warm day, and hoarsely sang the saxophone.
And from all around the people came to us,
And with all the surrounding roofs flew birds,
Dancer Gold flapped his wings ...
How long, how long the music played there.
How often do I see the dream,
My amazing dream,
in which the autumn we danced the waltz-boston.
Leaves are falling down,
plates spinning disc:
"Do not go, stay with me, my caprice."
How often I see I have a dream,
My amazing dream,
In which we fall dance boston.
intoxicated with delight, the years of forgetting,
old house, long enamored of his youth,
all walls swayed, opening the window,
And to all those who lived there, it is a miracle gave.
And when the sounds died away in the gloom of night -
Everything comes to an end, its beginning, -
sad, shed a few tears fall a little rain ...
Oh, sorry, this waltz, how good was in it.
How often do I see the dream,
My wonderful dream,
in which Autumn dances for us boston.
Leaves are falling down,
Plate spinning disc:
"Do not go, stay with me, my caprice."
How often do I see the dream,
My amazing dream,
in which the autumn we danced the waltz-boston.
(c) Thank you Alexander Rozenbaum
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