46The wind will crack the branches
The mist will come in its white dress
There will be leaves everywhere
Lying on the stones
October will take its revenge
The sun will barely come out
Our bodies will hide under pieces of wool
Lost in your scarves
You will meet in the evening
October asleep at the fountains
There will certainly be,
On the tin tables
Some empty vases lying around
And clouds caught on the antennas
I will give you flowers
And colorful tablecloths
So that October doesn't take us
We'll go to the top of the hills
Look at everything that October illuminates
My hands on your hair
Scarves for two
Before the world which bows
Certainly leaning on benches
There will be some men who remember
And clouds caught on the antennas
I will give you flowers
And colorful tablecloths
So that October doesn't take us
And without doubt we will see appear
Some drawings on window fogging
You will play outside
Like the children of the north
October will perhaps stay.
You will play outside
Like the children of the north
October will perhaps remain
