It froze late autumn Rustling … (Eugene Cushy )

It froze late autumn Rustling the leaves Not to fall asleep this Night turned out to be a star in the floor of heaven burning the milky way At this time and you must Not disturb the midnight quiet In this life, the faithful Looking up to the sky with me sad the stars can not work out Or something would have to break Only trouble then is multiplied by the wrecks we will be able to live Our destinies don’t cross the milky way to us, alas, has not helped Give Hope a LOVING WOMAN, Give her I Pray to you GOD