We cannot live in this world,
We cannot live in this world
Without loss, without loss.
It seemed like summer would not pass,
It seemed like summer would not pass -
And now, now it is cold.
Yellow leaves are swirling over the old town,
With a quiet rustle they fall at our feet down.
And there is no hiding, no escape from autumn,
Yellow leaves, tell me what is your dream.
And even if it is often rainy,
And even if it is often rainy
These sad days, these sad days,
Maybe they are created for happiness,
Maybe they are creatade for happiness,
And just they, and just they…
Yellow leaves are swirling over the old town
With a quiet rustle they fall at our feet down,
And there is no hiding, no escape from autumn.
Yellow leaves, tell me, what is your dream.
With a quiet rustle they fall at our feet down,
And there is no hiding, no escape from autumn.
Yellow leaves, tell me, what is your dream.