октябрьское, не мое (перевод)

[anoriel]

Под настроение и под ушедшую октябрьскую погоду - перевелось одно стихотворение

Sorrowful gold of October moon -
Last gift of summertime
The leaves are whispering: "I love you.
And you will never die."

The wind are sweeping off the leafage from
Hills to deep ravine:
"If this were so, oh, if this were so,
If only it could be..."

Знаю, что криво ;)