
This is the last colours of autumn
brittle to my eyes
Bitter cold will line the graveyard with grey snow
Dirty ground in dark days
The same pair of boots though
walk on grass, leaves, snow
into the far away spring dew

This is the last colours of autumn
brittle to my eyes
Bitter cold will line the graveyard with grey snow
Dirty ground in dark days
The same pair of boots though
walk on grass, leaves, snow
into the far away spring dew