писатель атмосфер
Oh, northern winds, why do you blow so cold?
And bring sad news from the mountains.
That the autumn is coming and summer grows old
With nothing left here to remind us
Of the long sunny days
When the sweet music plays
In the valleys and forests and houses.
And bring sad news from the mountains.
That the autumn is coming and summer grows old
With nothing left here to remind us
Of the long sunny days
When the sweet music plays
In the valleys and forests and houses.