my next attempt to translate my poetry...
a height of summer stars have rolling down along the sky to autumn I know all in All will haven't been forever and days with birds will flit to the warm South again by winter they will seek for heat and sunlight which are so plenty for a while but one invisible sadness closes a circle
t
t h i hot height s of summer • • •
If You have found any mistake in the text, please, help me to correct it.