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The dead leaves

Oh! I wish so much you would remember
Those happy days when we were friends
Back then life was more pleasant
And the sun was more blazing than today

The dead leaves are picked up by the shovelful
You see, I have not forgotten...
The dead leaves are picked up by the shovelful
So are memories and regrets

And the north wind carries them away
Into the cold night of oblivion
You see, I have not forgotten
The song you used to sing to me

It is the song that looks like us
You did love me and I loved you
And two of us, lived together
You did love me and I loved you

But life separates those who love each other
Very gently, quietly
And the sea erases from the sand
The steps of separated lovers

[The dead leaves are picked up by the shovelful
So are memories and regrets
But my silent and faithful love
Always smiles and is thankful to life
I loved you so much, you were so pretty
How on earth could I forget you?
Back then, life was more pleasant
And the sun was more blazing than today
You were my sweetest friend
But I could care less about regrets
And the song that you used to sing
Always, always I will hear it!

It’s a song