The crimson summer now grows pale; br Clear, bright days now soar away; br Hazy mist spreads through the vale, br As the sleeping night turns gray; br The barren cornfields lose their gold; br The lively stream has now turned cold; br The curly woods are gray and stark, br And the heavens have grown dark. br br Where are you, my light, Natasha? br No one's seen you, - I lament. br Don't you want to share the passion br Of this moment with a friend? br You have not yet met with me br By the pond, or by our tree, br Though the season has turned late, br We have not yet had a date. br br Winter’s cold will soon arrive br Fields will freeze with frost, so bitter. br In the smoky shack, a light, br Soon enough, will shine and glitter. br I won't see my love, - I'll rage br Like a finch, inside a cage, br And at home, depressed and dazed, br I’ll recall Natasha's grace.