It was decided that we'll last only one season.
It'll be the wind the one that'll accompany us to the ground
And when they'll come and step on us
No one will ask about us and our history.
Are we sure we have one? Who can tell?
The last one that hid on the tree
Will fall too.
To the Leaves:
It was decided that we'll last only one season. It'll be the wind the one that'll accompany us to the ground And when they'll come and step on us No one will ask about us and our history. Are we sure we have one? Who can tell? The last one that hid on the tree Will fall too.