An owl is sitting on a bed in the bedroom, and feathers are around it
An old decrepit piano with the same old notes on it
Night lights are burning in the city, life is boiling in it. A bridge stretches across the river
The city above the free Neva how good it feels for me in it
The path through the fog leading through the grove
It's autumn time and it's time for the leaves of the tree
It moves between worlds and galaxies and it cannot be stopped
The nature of autumn. A ray of sun through the red branches