Do not live us in this world,
Do not live us in this world
Without a loss, without a loss.
Do not pass, it seemed, the summer,
Do not pass, it seemed, the summer,
Now, now...
Chorus:
The yellow leaves circling over the city,
Fall us with a quiet rustle under the feet.
And don't hide, don't hide for the autum...
The yellow leaves, tell me what is you dream?
The sheet sticks to the window,
The sheet sticks to the window
It is golden, it is golden.
The autumn strew the earth,
The autumn strew the earth
By the beauty, by the beauty.
Chorus.
And though its are rainy often,
And though its are rainy often
These days, these days
May be created for the happiness,
May be created for the happiness
And its be, and its be.
Chorus
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