the wind blows, blows
rise while the leaves, while blowing
comes to mind,
the flower girl,
was so fragile.
the wind blows, blows
trying to wipe from my mind,
the death of the flower girl,
trying to rip the heart out,
this immense pain,
the wind blows, louder
all starts sweep, my skin feels
freeze,
blows in this autumn sad
in this world for me there is nothing more beautiful.
the wind blows,
without stopping even for a moment, I feel
freeze the hands
now I think my tomorrow,
what will become of me?
What I will reserve my destiny in this sad reality?
much I do not have to worry about,
to my fate, I can only resign
!
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