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

Already in the autumn sky breathe
Much less the sun shone ,
Became shorter day
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise stripping,
Lay on the field mist
Geese noisy caravan
Stretched to the south, approaching
Pretty boring it is time ;
It was November so by the court .