Текст песни А.С. Пушкин - Уж небо осенью дышало

Already in the autumn sky breathe
Much less the sun shone ,
It became short day
Mystic Forest Canopy
With a sad noise stripping,
He went on field fog
Caravan of noisy geese
She attracted to the south, approaching
Pretty boring it is time ;
It was November so by the court .