Autumn walks in the yards and so quiet
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Tired rain knocks, beats on umbrellas
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Noisy fallen leaves, leaving the crown
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The wind plays with your cloak
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Noisy fallen leaves, leaving the crown
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The wind plays with your cloak
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And you go, hurry home, tired look
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Things are waiting for you and at home, just like yesterday
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Warmth comes to the house with you, it's good with you and the children
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And the drunken husband is still awake, grumbling, grumbling
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Warmth comes to the house with you, it's good with you and the children
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And the drunken husband is still awake, grumbling, grumbling
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You walk alone along the empty gray streets
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Gray hair strictly looks from under the scarf
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They are counting down, your years are running forward
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Another leaf of the calendar fell off
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They are counting down, your years are running forward
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Another leaf of the calendar fell off
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And you go, hurry home, tired look
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Things are waiting for you and at home, just like yesterday
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Warmth comes to the house with you, it's good with you and the children
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And the drunken husband is still awake, grumbling, grumbling
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Warmth comes to the house with you, it's good with you and the children
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And the drunken husband is still awake, grumbling, grumbling
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Today as yesterday the day will begin
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Everything is the same, a lot of things, faster, faster
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A random glance will catch your mirror
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There are more and more wrinkles, but you don't care
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A random glance will catch your mirror
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There are more and more wrinkles, but you don't care
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And you go, hurry home, tired look
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Things are waiting for you and at home, just like yesterday
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Warmth comes to the house with you, it's good with you and the children
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And the drunken husband is still awake, grumbling, grumbling
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Warmth comes to the house with you, it's good with you and the children
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And the drunken husband is still awake, grumbling, grumbling |