a little breath Quarantine B.C.G. might never might rain What is is now, Hoffman style What a great film What a great weather style Calling captain autumn
Autumn, where did the heart go? Here where the land ends We cry to the ocean Words swallowed by the wind Voices are fading Words disappear Albion Autumn
clear sky. Silver mist at every morning and lonely ravens scream up high. Beholding the great vast forest. I ean see the colours of autumn. Nightly frost
: Ich sehe alle gegen alle, jeder gegen jeden, keine Achtung vor sich selbst, keine Achtung vor dem Leben. Ich sehe blinden Hass, blinde Wut, feige Morde
promised you a happy ending You never said you wouldn't make me cry But summer love will keep us warm long after Our autumn goodbye, autumn goodbye, autumn
dews of night arise Rainy autumn moves my heart Flowers welking welk my joy Clouds come rolling over they depress me, overrun me They overshadow my heart Autumn
: Der Wind weht gelbe Blatter durch die Luft Die Zeit vertilgt, was sie einst selber schuf Du sitzt in Deinem Zimmer ganz allein Grabst Dich in die
und ich finde keine Worte Autumn, du bist wieder da Autumn, wie in jedem Jahr Autumn, du bist wieder da Autumn, wie in jedem Jahr Autumn, du bist Depression
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: The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hand I used to hold Since
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: When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you. You need him. I could
: Non potro lasciarti piu, mai piu, mai piu perche nel mio destino ci sei tu. Non ci lasceremo mai, lo sai, lo sai. Se pure lo vorrai, non potrai mai
everyone a penny that cries You can throw all my tranquil' pills away Let my blood pressure go on its way 'Cause my autumn's done come My autumn's done
: Autumn Jones When you fell and cut your knee when you were six You said it wasn't nothing that you couldn't fix Life would be long Autumn Jones
: The autumn intimidates your soul My soul has a file in Hell's computer Tapped by another twisted black creation I know because I've seen the third
: El tomaba el sol cada manana sentado en ese banco solitario, fumando cigarrillos de nostalgia y conversando con su soledad... nananana, y acariciando
