The Queen of the ball

Now September winds tear the golden lace
And away it flies in the rainy night,
While the music is sweet and a flutist plays.
So I wish to see shining candlelights!

Now a grave and the palace - it's all the same ,
All the same, if I lost the hopeful years.
I have loved, you hear, I am not ashamed!
I' m in love - my payment is a cup of tears.

Fiddles crying as me of the pain unhealed.
You…And a storm of the leaves, falling on outside.
It's a dream, it's a tale, it cannot be real -
We beheld one another in darkness of lies.

I am tired of glances, so jealously cold.
What's for me I am called the Queen of the ball ?
What's for me I am spared by wars and revolts?
I am tired, I have had enough of this all…

Now September winds tear the golden lace.
If you're out of sight - never out of mind.
So I wish the candles to burn in a blaze -
So that heat of the flame will destroy the night!