Walks in autumn Paris

Artist Emilio Payes.

Old Paris, slightly hiding sadness,
Looks from the canvas, through the fog, a veil,
It seems not young, but not so old ...
Yellow autumn
The boulevard was densely covered with leaves.

The Parisian tram has already arrived,
And, across the city, from the center - to the edge ...
Only a cart, and a couple of bay ones.
Old cab
Knows the cherished word for them.

Etc.:
Ah, old Paris is golden foliage
Whispers words of a bygone era ...
Only with the sound of the wheels will say quietly: "Goodbye"
The last departed Parisian tram ... There I, believe me, once was,
A lady with a dog walked through the city ...
Looks at a revived portrait from an easel ...
However, perhaps
The artist writes my silhouette there ...

However, perhaps we had an affair,
Light, as if, over the Seine fog ...
Bright as a riot of autumn foliage
Only short-lived
Like the whirling of leaves, alas ...

Etc.:
Ah, old Paris is golden foliage
Whispers words of a bygone era ...
Only with the sound of the wheels will say quietly: "Goodbye"
The last departed Paris tram ...
Old paris
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