ry tree, Ooh, ooh, ooh! Red and yellow, gold and brown, Softly leaves come tumbling down, Autumn winds are blowing free, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! Autumn winds
Пераклад: Дзеці Тэксты. Восеньскія вятры.
[Violent J:] On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night
gave me lives on and on 'Cause I know you by heart I still hear your voice on warm summer nights Whispering like the wind You left in autumn, the leaves
After the rain There's a rainbow You and i Tremble with love We still Feel lost With so much Happiness Our Short Week-end Children Play with the wind
and west Do you know who I am? Have you guessed? I am the winter I am the spring A summer flower opening Autumn leaves A bird on the wing Who am I? Who am I? I am the children
At the end of the summer there's a couple of days Before the weather starts shiftin' and changin' it's ways The winds blow so gently on the things lovers
les tempo paraissent Battre au rythme paresseux du temps L'abandon, tout s'apprend The autumn sun, indulgent The naked skins offer themselves to warm winds
crosses We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand If we make it past the border, we will scatter Vanish just like smoke in autumn wind
can hear the old wind shout, Laughing, laughing, as you run. By and by to rest you'll go, Weary of your lively play; Still the same old wind will blow
Autumn leaves are a-falling; Red and yellow and brown; Autumn leaves are a-falling, See them fluttering down. Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, Tra, la, la
When the Summer shuts her eyes, Naughty Autumn Breeze Steals away the pretty leaves From all the forest's trees. Then they stand so bare and cold In
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we stood With our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come, riding the wind like a
its always autumn sings ?its not too late To find your way back home? To find your way back home? And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind
a book Within a winter symphony Somewhere children outside Screamin' down a daredevil slide Rosy-cheeked bundles of cold-weather clothes Hear the winter winds
Act I: The Death of Balder Autumn came to an end And the first snow began to fall Balder's face was clouded The dreams of warning had called His mother
castle of the black In the Leland hills are the monster tracks of a giant The darn of Autumn playing in the garden of the rising sun The children they
