It's fall again, it's cold again.
No one will ask 'How do you feel? '
No one will say 'Good morning, baby'
And will be interested in me.
It's fall again, it's wind again.
No one will ask 'What makes you sad? '
No one will say 'Please, don't you cry'
And no one's gonna understand.
It's fall again, it's rain again.
No one will ask 'Are you still waiting? '
No one will say 'This rain will end'
And it won't suddenly stop raining.
It's fall again, it's cold again;
This fall I'm gonna spend alone.
I'll neither smile nor will I laugh:
It's fall again, and he is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem