My autumn

I love you, my autumn, I love you:
Trees are not green, are not green,
Only sky is very-very blue...
I love you, my autumn, I love you.

I love you, my autumn, I love you:
My loved come, come to him
And I go to the meet, meet with you...
I love you, my autumn, I love you.

I am free, my autumn, I am free:
And my love no come back
And I go to sguere and the streets...
I am free, my autumn, I am free.
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