Gentle madness

Walking on pools, the childhood is carried by, somewhere in the distance I notice it
Color pictures allow me to be warmed, consider reality of old morals
Not to erase it, that a fog hung, couple history, one only gesture
I, this fable could give the moments and that did not remember, is written down in texts...

The summer ended, parks were closed, those roundabouts all in the yellow merged
With paints the artist to us smears, the fall, the breath of thought threw
You know, the world, it such infinite that at once reminded the story of the eternal
Series of pictures made by the memory, that so far, memoirs...

Madness of tenderness in us inflames, music of fall is so reflected
In our acts, those meetings, partings, likely then, I would correct much
Tried to look at those things which simply left with you eternity more simply
That fall left the heart wounds, the erased feelings, the sad song...

Now we others, with others will see off, yellow days, only grief does not pass
We look for each other in foliage that disgrace, only love alas was not gone in us
It all the same forever remains, somewhere inside gradually fights
That we remembered summer and fall though us about it, anybody and does not ask...