Rosenbaum, The Long Boston \ Розенбаум, Вальс-бостон (subs by V. Chetin)

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On a carpet out of gold leaves, in a modest dress
Made of crepe de Chine presented by a wind blow,
Autumn slowly waltzed Long Boston in a passageway.
A raucous saxophone sang, a warm day faded away.

..................And the people in the neighborhood were gathering,
..................And the birds on roofs were flying down together
..................And applauding to the golden dancer, flapping wings...
..................Long ago, so long ago that music sounded out there.

How often I dream that dream,
My fascinating old dream
Of autumn, dancing the Long Boston waltz therein
Both to the downfall of leaves
And to the spin of a disk, -
Don't leave me now, hold on some more, you're my caprice...
So often I dream that dream,
My fascinating old dream
Of autumn, dancing the Long Boston waltz therein.

Getting giddy out of pleasure, all its years ignored,
An old house, so long in love with former young days,
Swayed all over, windows open, rocking all its walls,
Dedicating this wonder to the folk, who lived there.

..................And as soon as, in the twilight, music died away,
..................- Every thing has its beginning and its ending -
..................Having saddened, autumn shed some teardrops by a rain...
..................Ah, I'm missing that waltz, I loved it so much in there.