short when you reach September The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got the time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few September
you reach September. The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got the time for the waiting game. Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few; September
Перевод: Петр, Павел и Мария. Сентябрь песни.