Dead leaves

Autumn.
The leaves.
They fall from the trees on the road.

Fall.
Falling down.
All those yellow leaves that have been gone.

Like my soul, they're toren apart,
and they will never ever go back in time.

Dead leaves, dead leaves,
on the road, in the autumn.
The streets are getting full with those.
No one will ever return to what it was,
like my soul and yours.
Dead leaves, dead leaves,
on the road, in the autumn.
The streets are getting full with those.
No one will ever return to what it was,
like my soul and yours.
Dead leaves.

The grass,
is yellow,
but it doesn't give hope.

The sky's getting grey,
like your beloving soul.

And all of that will be taken out,
and never ever be there again.

Dead leaves, dead leaves,
on the road, in the autumn.
The streets are getting full with those.
No one will ever return to what it was,
like my soul and yours.
Dead leaves, dead leaves,
on the road, in the autumn.
The streets are getting full with those.
No one will ever return to what it was,
like my soul and yours.
Dead leaves.