The September's Neva
The St. Petersburg river Neva
has sunk into yellow birches,
The St. Petersburg river Neva
has sunk into quivering aspens,
And into the dark-blue eyes of one woman.
River Neva has dressed up into autumn,
River Neva has decorated herself with gold leaves.
She thinks about something with smile -
Summer will come back again.
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