Autumn, it feels like autumn Although the breeze is still, I feel the chill of autumn Oh, yes, it's autumn, it's always autumn However green the hill,
Go out and tell the society The talk of the town is on its way This is not bad, only serious Do understand, don't turn your back on me Doesn't matter
When essence cast's shadow to see the ground, Colours mix in hallucinations I see a tree on a hill It asks "Are you ready to become physically hardened
I just can't believe it's true Lovers never loved as we two do Take me up on loves sweet train Rising falling till you call my name Paradise is free
[Legend about life] In autumnal yellowed foliage Knightly armor dwells and killed horse Sunlight breeze dry out dew On helmet and sword of hero Hero
Now I feel like the whole year is gettin' to an end - like winter is only a dark and an empty space Once warm, once cold is the freshest breeze of all
There is a wind where the rose was Cold rain where sweet grass was And clouds like sheep, stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was Where the
(Konrad v. Wurzburg, 13. Jhdt.) Jarlanc wil diu linde Jetzt will sich die Linde vom winde vom Winde sich velwen, verfarben, diu sich vor dem walde um
Towards an autumn Towards, darkness (Better) fight the power! Like a New Years Eve A new day has just begun Keep yourself sharp, sharp as a knife! Towards
Desolate October grief Falls heavy like boulders of decay Upon crestfallen life which soon Is to be gone And as the days go by All living seems to die
Got few possessions in my life Got a guitar and a TV And I got friends who back me up If some OC guy wants to beat I gotta say the most valuable thing
Autumn leaves under frozen souls Hungry hands turning soft and old My hero crying as we stood out there in the cold Like these autumn leaves I don't have
Das ist die Zeit der KrA¤hen die Nachtigallen schweigen das ist die Zeit der KrA¤hen der Mond wird sich nicht zeigen sie sammeln sich zum Feste und streiten
Why do you see us as a threat? We're only helping those that you Forget or maybe you haven't forgotten The needy at all but their votes Just don't add
(claude s.) Nothing really matters, we all turn To dust, you know that? nothing is Forever, everything will end in Silence... Nothing has a reason
To those who hate Have cried for no one You can call, you can call To those who talk And wish against me You can call, you can call Late in the evening
opening the doors opening the rooms to us a hope to transcend this deadened consciousness i call my home so passion drains the pain away biting