Day off in the gray mist.
Wind precipitated drops from the trees
Cormorants in flight rope entangled in
Said goodbye to a warm day
The last day of the Masurian pages
Twilight of the lakes sails removed,
Mists porozpinał weave ...
Calamus murmur reached us yet
Time to go back
The night is assumed to black ...
It's a sad twilight years
Already cormorants flew away,
Look for warm sites
Return spring on the lake
No one says goodbye here
Today it's so empty now ...
Mists of just chasing the wind rushes
Time to go back
Mists of just chasing the wind rushes
Time to go back