Autumn leaves die slowly as the winter aproaches,
Slowly, surely, anxious.....
and although the nature is almost dead
and it stoped the strugle for her life,
I feel so much Torment in me,
Emotional Turmoil,... i don't recognize the face in the mirror,
The person with whom I'm talking when I am alone,
I've been losing my path!

Autumn soul and mine die slowly....
Slowly, surely, anxious.....