It’s smelling like autumn It’s weeping like autumn But there’re still summer hiding in the trees. It’s beating inside me It’s pulsing through my veins It kills me trying to slip into my sleeves
But no one hurts And nothing aches It seems there’s only me who suffers in this darkness
Chorus: I’ll paint a picture somewhere Between autumn and summer I’ll print my fingers on the wall all in red I’ve got only one whim: I’m starving for red and yellow stream Of leaves - The time when even God cries and grieves.
There’s me in the corner Standing on my bleeding knees Thinking about that life I’ve left so far behind. I’m praying if I could Be one of those autumn yellow leaves I would close my eyes and maybe become truly blind