Mimosas autumn begins, Golden, crisp and nice. It is you, you're that girl Which to me on the street came out.
From your letters smell in the hallway When I came back out of breath from school, And the streets in the autumn light Fluttered behind me clear angels.
Mimosas wilted Recalls Immortal yellow - October. It is you, you, my only, Evening you came to the candy.
With praying with praying sleepy The park was crying whisper words. Youngster with clouds shines autumn, From golden mimosa - May.
Ah, the sensitive, prefarable dreams I fell asleep with him going out in the morning, In dreams old playing with springs, As the gold as the fragrant posy... ~C. Niemen