It smells like autumn ...
And it's sad that the leaves will soon turn yellow
And the birds will fly away to distant lands.
No, it's not bullshit ...
After all, the ray of the sun will never warm,
That heart that is broken by love.
It smells like autumn ...
And it's sad that the leaves will soon turn yellow
And the birds will fly away to distant lands.
No, it's not bullshit ...
After all, the ray of the sun will never warm,
That heart that is broken by love.