Autumn

Let us profit from the days of autumn

Where in the heavens,

There seems to languor

Plaintive goodbyes...

Let us profit from the days of autumn

I remember the tender things

That the lovers told each other;

They made eternal vows...

All below...

When flowered with roses!

Let us profit from the days of autumn

Where in the heavens,

There seems to languor

Plaintive goodbyes...

Let us profit from the days of autumn

Alas! The destiny which pushes us,

Is sometimes so rigorous!..

Return handsome lovers,

When will the sweet season return?..

Let us profit from the days of autumn!...