����� ������ ����   Through the skies sullen
������� �����       Winds of the autumn
������� �����       Blowing dankly
� ���� ����         Shifting clouds
�� ��������� ����   Upon cloud greatest
�� ���������        On the seat settled
����� ����          Esta's sitting
��������            Esta's sewing

��� ������ �������  Sews she in scarlet
�������� ������     Leaves of the marples
��������            Leaves start falling
������ ������       Rusting, rustling
��� ������ ������   Sews she in brown-black
����� �����         Boughs of the beeches
����� �����         Boughs turn naked
����������          Beeches blanching

����� ��� ����      See the cloud's drifting
� ������ ����       To our house heading
���� ����           Esta's picking
� ���� �������      Threads and needles
��� ������� ������, What the Lord's saying
�� ���� ������      Esta she sews it
���� ������         Esta's sewing
��� �� �������      Asking no one

                    30.12.96
                    Translation (c) Stepan M. Pechkin 1997
Last-modified: Fri, 02 May 1997 13:23:43 GMT