Again lit fires autumn from that foliage
The one that hid us so many times, so many times.
Leaves a green ring, to all those who were in love,
Here in the middle of spring, the march played a wedding.
And now that love is being punished
Leaves are tourniquet, leaves are tourniquet, leaves are tourniquet.
In vain they knew secret confessions of ardor,
Delicate those words in vain I heard the foliage.
Leaves burn, leaves burn like a farewell salute.
In September, leaves are tourniquet, leaves are tourniquet.
We burn the leaves in vain. Is it guilty of
What foliage saved those words, those words.
It’s a shame to execute foliage, if you love the charter,
Someone, perhaps, suddenly wanted to forget everything.
Oh why, that love in punishment
Leaves are tourniquet, leaves are tourniquet, leaves are tourniquet.
Believe that in the fire of bonfires, our love is with you
With grief, resentment and evil, the trail will burn to the ground.
Leaves burn, leaves burn like a farewell salute.
In September, leaves are tourniquet, leaves are tourniquet.
