AUTUMN

INSIDE ROARE
AUTUMN

When you throw away your leaves in autumn,
only the wind sounds in the branches.
With a golden crown even though I know you're losing your hair
you lower your children to the ground.
I have crazy dreams to reach your crown
up to the clouds where the birds nest
and fulfill your wishes.

To the crowns of the golden trees, to the crowns here I sing.
When the wind starts to blow and comb your hair in autumn.
To the crowns of the hiding place of birdhouses, to the crowns that I dream of,
the wind combed aaaaaaaa
your hair and whispered, I'll come back in the spring.

When the first snow falls over the landscape
and the first frost will put your branches to sleep.
Suddenly my childhood comes back to me,
I played under you
and you thought you were only mine

To the crowns of the golden trees, to the crowns here I sing.
When the wind starts to blow and comb your hair in autumn.
To the crowns of the hiding place of birdhouses, to the crowns that I dream of,
the wind combed aaaaaaaa
your hair and whispered, I'll come back in the spring.