Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Autumn lyrics

It's country for old men when summer fails. Here yawns the heather in its gall of pox; The brown of oaks takes on the smell of dogs, The village glows in its October bells. Wearily honey drips in earthen pots At which the halfwise hands unite in solace; Lonely the millstones turn and turn till always, The castle standing in its own moat rots. d**hbeds glimmer in the fathers' gold. It's evening and the sons behold the wonder: Their house of birth, in drowning fog, goes under With youth and love and all that is now too old.