Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn

[Legend about

In yellowed foliage
armor dwells and killed horse
Sunlight dry out dew
On helmet and of hero

Hero dropped of in sleep
of his dull blue eyes
Sad and weary towards aim
Fade the glory of gallant knights

Trees are bowing down with song
hairs of fathers, woeful eyes of mothers
Tone of sylvan horns sounds through the
of battles in a distance fade away.

As it whole world were to sleep
And stars on yellowed foliage
knightly armor dwell
And killed horse, and sword...

to J.Vrobel]

I would become my own demon, speaks to me,
his sight a sign in my heart, sign of age and death,
sign fiery and frore, coursing before me and horrid.