The vines with autumn frost are numb,

Why don't you come, why don't you come?

Oh, come into my arms' embrace

That I may gaze upon your face,

and lay my head in grateful rest

Against your breast, against your breast!

Do you remember when we strayed?

The meadows and the secret glade,

I kissed you midst flowering thyme

How many a time, how many a time?

Some women on the earth there are

Whose eyes shine as the evening star,

But be their charm no matter what,

Like you they're not, like you they're not!

For you shine in my soul always

More softly than the starlight blaze,

More splendid than the risen sun,

Beloved one, beloved one!

But it is late in autumn now,

The leaves have fallen from the bough,

The fields are bare, the birds are dumb.

Why don't you come,

why don't you come?

Mihai Eminescu

Chris Spheeris