S48 The Lord Will Have Mercy On Thee Autumn is a clear morning, The sky seems to be foggy, The pearl of the morning is far away, The sun is cold in the shade. Where is our first meeting, Bright, sharp, secret? That summer memorable evening, Cute, as if by chance. Don't go away, I beg you, I will repeat the words of love a hundred times. Let it be the autumn of doors, I know it firmly, But still don't go away, I tell you. Our corner is never quiet to us, When you are in it, then spring blooms in it. Don't go away, so many songs are not sung yet, Each string still rings in the guitar. Our corner is never quiet to us, When you are in it, then spring blooms in it. Don't go away, so many songs are not sung yet, Each string still rings in the guitar.
