Autumn of Life

Black crows are flying from the woods
It seems like black clouds before the storm
Old leaves are falling down into the mud
It's hard to see the autumn bright

Drops of rain like tears of the widow
Wind is colder than the touch of the corpse
Fallen leaves lost their colors
Lots of truths are growing to the false

Black crows stole the point of life
Everyone lost it without fight
They have no light in their eyes
Cause they won't to see the autumn bright

Black crows are sitting at the woods
It seems like black clouds beforе the storm
Old leaves arе starting their last flight
So let's try to see the autumn bright
So let's try to see the autumn bright
So let's try to see the autumn bright