August, friend, don't go! Let it rain some more. Leave us a piece of summer, It brings warmth and more light.
The wind just whistled I wanted to express something. He came from afar It was slightly cold.
He carefully disappeared immediately. What a weirdo! I was surprised. It’s not clear what the problem is!? Suddenly the birch tree answered,
rustling the leaves at the beginning, As if they were being naughty. He speaks barely calmly But it’s quite worthy.
Autumn is coming, it's in a hurry, Life is taking place in a new way. This is how the natural world works - With her the time of years is crowned.
So August is sad... The rain started to rain again. Like tears of parting... Don't say goodbye, friend - goodbye!
