Frank Sinatra Autumn Leaves ^минус

Autumn  leaves

The falling leaves,
Drift by the window,
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold.

I see your lips,
The summer kisses,
The sunburned hands
I used to hold.

Since you went away,
The days grow long,
And soon I’ll hear
Old winter’s song.

But I miss you most of all,
My darling,
When autumn leaves,
Start to fall.