Yellow Leaves by Yanis Peters

This life isn't meant to be lived,
This life isn't meant to be lived
Without losses, without losses.
It seemed that summer would never end,
It seemed that summer would never end,
But what about now, what about now?

Yellow leaves circle above the city,
Falling to our feet with a quiet rustle,
And there's no hiding or running from autumn,
Yellow leaves, what are you dreaming of?

Let there be frequent rains,
Let there be frequent rains
During these days, during these days.
Perhaps happiness will be found,
Perhaps happiness will be found
In them as well, in them as well.

Yellow leaves, what are you dreaming of?
What are you dreaming of?