Autumn sets foot in the park.
One bird prepares for flight.
I stop, I smell a flower, still scented,
I kiss her, and I say farewell to summer.
What sadly the lake murmurs
saying the pain of centuries!
I lean and touch his water with my cheek;
I feel his cold caress
and I, one more time,
say farewell from summer!
The bird, the flower, the lake
do not know how to cry with tears!