I was born in a town, which’s human creation…
I’m an alien here in this wood…
And I feel a primordial awe of temptation
That no human had ever withstood.
Leaves are falling and wind is so perfectly fresh
You are looking so tender at me
God, I know – you’re an elf and you’ll leave a deep slash
in my heart after you disappear.
But I’m not a pragmatic - the future is dark,
I prefer not to think anymore…
Leaves will always remind me of this – like a spark
in my life, which I’ll never deplore…