O little ones, so sweet and dear,
with innocence said the breeze.
Autumn has come and winter is near,
why shiver and cling to the trees?
Gold and peach and apricot bold,
such colors varied and lovely,
shake off the branches’ motherly hold,
and come, run away with me.
Come fly away, with ease, without wing,
to places on paths no one knows.
Imagine what fun this venture will bring!
Soon enough you’ll forget winter’s blows,
Not wasting a moment, the leaves were a-bustling
Bright clothes they donned with delight.
Sighs and sad songs were mixed with the rustling,
arm-in-arm with the wind they took flight.
translation – T. Samuelian
