One morning wind will stroke my hair and
Leave it's trace - while blowing away - in white white
And the sun will show when I look into the mirror
A new face out of lines, a little bit sad
No, that's not ok, it's still early
Please come a little bit too late
I'm still not prepared at all
I beg you to give me my springs for a bit longer
Autumn is not common to me
No, that can't be possible, stop
Stop, you can't go
The color of my eyes, stop
You can't change to clouds
No, you can't take
Me you crazy time
Stop, you can't paint those shades of grey on my life
No, that's not ok, it's still early
Please come a little bit too late
I'm still not prepared at all
I beg you to give me my springs for a bit longer
Autumn is not common to me
On This day another color will also fade, I know
And I mean there is no force, I don't like this color at all
What would happen if you gave me a bit more time?
Years, I don't understand your anger at all, not a whit.
No, that's not ok, it's still early
Please come a little bit too late
I'm still not prepared at all
I beg you to give me my springs for a bit longer
Autumn is not common to me
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