In the fall,
Golden ocean,
All of the wold.
Night,
The moon from the harvest joy rises the summit of the mountain with a contented and fall,
light rising from the top of the mountain,
It makes it that bright light is aspersed to the earth like mist,like snow and frost,
As if to talk to and a year of hard labor.
The sky,
Cloudless,
On the ground,
Mercedes car sound of a sharp,
The moon is,
Hanging in the air,
Like a beacon,
Guiding the nocturnal people to wards more brilliant tomorrow.