Leaves like flaming gold, Windswept from the trees Falling slowly to the ground Like gilded tears of autumn Shining bright, yet dying out The forest surrounding me
Like looking into a mirror Still vibrant yet so drained
The swans are flying southwards Leaving this decay behind Yet i remain still Bound to the ground
Time of yearly harvest This time i'm a part of the crop Ready to be cut away
Nature will come back to life When spring arrives with it's green Yet i shall remain in slumber Under the leaves that buried me Before the first snow I will be goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
