Leaves are falling
On the surface
Dry and lifeless
Full of gray shades
Drifting faces
On the water
Writing dead lines
Rippling silence
You are beautiful, my River
Flow forever tender crying
Glancing sun in thousand mirrors
I have never heard you lying
Nothing changes
You’re still flowing
Crying faces
Helpless moaning
You take care
Of your children
Looking in them
In your mirror
You are beautiful, my River
Flow forever tender crying
Glancing sun in thousand mirrors
I have never heard you lying
Like a dry leaf
She was drifting
On the still bank
I was sitting
Heard her moan
Took on her hand
Till the dawn time
We’ve been talking
And the river
Took her back
Only shiver
Of her hand
So cruel you are, my River
Flow forever tender crying
Glancing sun in thousand mirrors
I have never heard you lying
Nothing Cruel But The River
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