Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

I
Colors of fall intoxicate my soul,
Sway me, blur who I am, wake who I’m told.

Sing with fire, cry with zeal,
Heart ablaze yet aching still.

Chorus
Oh, colors of fall, set my heart ablaze,
Tremble with hope in your crimson haze.

Melt me to a maple leaf, bright and free—
Save me from the enemy in me.

II
Leaves fall pure, I mourn my stain,
Weak and lost in winter’s reign.

Wait one year for wisdom’s gleam,
Find my place inside the dream.

Chorus
Oh, colors of fall, set my heart ablaze,
Tremble with hope in your crimson haze.

Melt me to a maple leaf, bright and free—
Save me from the enemy in me.

III
I know I ask what mortals scarce deserve,
Yet happiness abides in every curve.

Of scarlet, amber, gold upon the tree—
All I must do is open eyes and see.

Chorus
Oh, colors of fall, set my heart ablaze,
Tremble with hope in your crimson haze.

Melt me to a maple leaf, bright and free—
Save me from the enemy in me.

Listen to the song

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