Which blew by the wind
Cover the lanes and crossroads I walk through in this chilled nights
The nightingale sings breaking the silence
The quietness on that corner is gone
He sings so to aware me that's not yet my place
Lonesome?
Yes, But with such a beautiful scene before my eyes
Darkness and quietness, In slow-motion the leaves keep falling
And the wind blowing on my neck
I shiver, but there's also a hart warming feeling
Green lights, time to cross the road.
A.P.A.R.
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