Le foglie morte
Bobby Solo
The Dead Leaves
They are for me,
the dead leaves,
the dreams I had
that you took away.
So died
our love,
autumn fell
into our hearts.
Dead leaves are
the illusions
we lived back then
together with you.
And love is no more
than a dream,
a dream already gone
for you.
Dead leaves are
the illusions
we lived back then
together with you.
And love is no more
than a dream,
a dream already gone
for me.
