Падают листья Город торопится в сентябрь Лес цветом лисьим Утром покрасился за час Падают листья Ты мне ни слова не сказав Молча уходишь - слезы в глазах
. Зачем-то встречаешь и все мне прощаешь. Я знаю, я грех на себя накликаю, Но душу свою от тебя не скрываю. И падают листья, как первые слезы. И
Think of your lifetime as one day It's fading away The shadows are growing long Think of existence as a flame That as rainstorm clouds they ride along
Standing in the middle of a forest Basking in the glorious autumn Watching the leaves as they change From green from green to orange yellow and brown
standing in the middle of a forest basking in the glorious autumn watching the leaves as they change from green, from green to orange, yellow and brown
En attendant ses pas, je mets la musique en sourdine, tout bas Trop bete, on ne sait pas, s'il sonnait Si je n'entendais pas cette fois En attendant ses
Autumn leaves are a-falling; Red and yellow and brown; Autumn leaves are a-falling, See them fluttering down. Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, Tra, la, la
FALLING LEAVES (Robyn Hitchcock) 1984 It's not the wind that blows me in, I've been blown away once before. It's not the rain that brings the pain, I
I left the one that love in the mountains And all the love we shared But each night as she kneels by her bed side I know she calls my name in her prayer
Autumn leaves are falling 'round us Time to gather all those many thoughts Of all the things that might have been Or gained at such a cost For some of
Armies of butterflies Whirling around my head Senses I relied on just don't obey It looks like paradise is near Enjoy the moment and it will be here
Thank You for this precious day These gifts You give to me My heart so full of love for You Sings praise for all I see Oh, sing for every mother's love
Embrace the silence And listen to me Our time is short And my words are pure For every song the angels sing And for every leaf that falls I will be thinking
If the sky is burning When the clouds move in We come so close When we just miss We can't see the start We can't hide the end Find our way to fall Find
Il pleut Le soir descend Tombent les feuilles Orange le ciel Jaune la terre Ce sont des mots d'enfant Sur une feuille C'etait un poeme pour lui plaire
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