I'll turn to ash
If i don't touch your tender lips
I'll fall through the ground
If you suddenly have a friend
Tears fell into open wounds
Painful autumn, cold november
Forecasts do not please, plans collapsed
Painful autumn, cold november
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
I'll turn to ash
If i don't touch your tender lips
I'll fall through the ground
If you suddenly have a friend
It's still warm, somewhere in october
Tears fell into open wounds
Painful autumn, cold november
Forecasts do not please, plans collapsed
Painful autumn, cold november
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la