Оригинален текст - Английски - autumn poem

Beneath a darkened sky
Rainfilled clouds passes slowly by,
And the wind blows so cold and strong
While humming its favourite Autumn song.

And in the far, far East
Lies the misty, darkgreen woods.
No man has walked on these grounds;
They belong entierly to the Gods.

Along with the wind they play
In the light of a tindering moon,
And when the dawn slowly arrives
They know it's bedtime soon...