Once more the wind drives the autumn clouds
To faraway lands, a distant world.
Green trees that used to shelter us,
Time has painted with gold
Distant paths where then I
Wandered chasing after the days,
And the flowers that greeted us,
Time has painted with gold.
That wide beach and the sea coast
Soon will be covered deep with snow.
Now, only leaves adorn the empty woods,
Time paints the trees with gold.