The Autumn Wind

The autumn wind is dancing, it hums through the trees,
Whispering softly, it carries the keys.
Each branch is a string, each leaf is a tone,
Playing a song for the hearts left alone.

Crimson rowans in delicate sway,
Waltz with the leaves in a tender ballet.
Fields wrapped in gold, and the sky turning gray —
Still, there is beauty in fading away.

The wind plays its tune on invisible strings,
Echoes of love in the song that it sings.
In the autumn park where lovers believe,
Whispering gently, “We’ll never leave.”

Through misty fields and silver light,
The saxophone wind plays into the night.
Warm and wistful, with notes bittersweet,
It scatters the echoes beneath our feet.

Oh, listen - the air holds a memory still,
A promise, a sigh, a breath on the hill.
Even the silence begins to blend -
With the melody sung by the wind.

The wind plays its tune on invisible strings,
Echoes of love in the song that it brings.
Under the lamplight, the lovers stand near -
The world fades away, but the music stays clear.

Now autumn is leaving, its colors depart,
Yet its symphony lingers inside every heart.
For as long as the wind keeps playing above,
We’ll walk through the leaves -
in the rhythm of love.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/G0R0O0mspJcmSw