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Born in the autumn

Born in the autumn
you may think she's a pessimist
But, actually
she lives her life with out bets.
When it's harder,
Everything is very fine.
If it rains,
what a wonderful weather.
 
Nothing is bad
Nothing is hard
She says all the time
The story, anyway
can't be written by you
you're just a poor actor!
 
Born in the autumn
of 1975
She's dancing funky
and it's all so cool!
 
She doesn't want
to become something
Not even
to be a star!...
 
Nothing is bad
Nothing is hard
She says all the time
The story, anyway
can't be written by you
you're just a poor actor!
 
Nothing is bad, hard
She says all the time
The story, anyway
can't be written by you
you're just a poor actor!
 
Nothing is bad
Nothing is hard
She says all the time
 

Autumn emotion

The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
I fear I will no longer see you at times
And I will grow sharp wings up to the clouds
And you will hide in a foreign eye
And it will close on you with an absinth leaf.
 
And then I get close to the stones and shut up,
I take the words and drown them in the sea,
I whistle the moon, I rise it and turn it
Into a great love.
 
The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
I fear I will no longer see you at times
And I will grow sharp wings up to the clouds
And you will hide in a foreign eye
And it will close on you with an absinth leaf.
 
And then I get close to the stones and shut up,
I take the words and drown them in the sea,
I whistle the moon, I rise it and turn it
Into a great love.
 

All my days

All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
 
I keep your love in my soul
And your touch,
Whatever it would be, I won”t lie to you,
My love, my love...
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
 
I keep your love in my soul
And your touch,
Whatever it would be, I won”t lie to you,
My love, my love...
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
 
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
 
I keep your love in my soul
And your touch,
Whatever it would be, I won”t lie to you,
My love, my love...
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 

Autumn Waltz

At windows, autumn plays a funeral march
In monotone, a waltz of mourning ... - Come,
Let's waltz, my darling, through the drawing-room
To the tune of autumn's mortuary dirge.
 
Listen, as the music clearly sounds
Across the stately, antique, solemn park, -
From sorrow-laden wooden instruments
At windows, autumn plays a funeral march.
 
Now as the waltz sighs, softly whispering,
O let me clasp you to me now ... - And come,
Let's waltz, my darling, shrieking as we turn
To the tune of autumn's mortuary dirge.
 

Monosyllables of Autumn

Autumn strikes my window with metal leaves,
wind.
Unbearable silence, a thought, an animal:
tired.
 
In my room the silent floor snaps:
crack!
Shadows jump all over the empty, silent
place.
 
I try to write.  In vain.
Scratch.
The lamp shudders.  My years and yours
pass.
 
Should I lie on the bed?  Close my eyes?
Chance.
Hope will slowly fall into emptiness
all.
 
Will times ever be normal?
Bis.
Autumn strikes the window with metal leaves.
Dream.