Осенняя прогулка

Autumn comes , everything has some squiggles in the head,
No to quietly go out and observe the changes .
Everything is done quietly and slowly,
And I am a resident of marshes , all shaking with all my heart , shaking .
Even the green jacket bought - and that did not help .
I was in America , I have - dollars ,
But the soul is no certainty - a suspension.
And a song : arise , then disappear one after another.

Where can I find tomorrow with a furious desire to rest ?!
Can grow a laugh out of rustling grass and droplets of rain on the glass as well?
Everything fades and withers , and I still sit .
For a moment there is a minus -five years ago , but because everything back again .
Take a stick , crouched all I am going to see the road.
Going back to the heart raspryamlёnnym :
I am pleased to see : two hours evening approached .

And yesterday - I dreamed glade : in all colors ,
But there was no I was not only the smell of plants.
And for some reason this time completely alone , as a dog barking .
I went on the road again : crouched all thought .

That's enough , and do not have any flowers.
Much more important is comfortable boots and warm clothes : Fall !
It's just a walk , is not it , eh?
In short , all in a row I wish you health , success and - common greetings from the swamp !
Here are some funny go, eh?
It seems it should be sad , but I still rejoice rejoice , rejoice .
And more:
Upcoming winter sparkle in his mind ,
And even handwriting recovered almost unshakeable .
Laughter and only!
Ha ha ha ...
Fall!