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Tonight the wind is knocking on my door
And tells me about my dead love
The fire is dying out
This night is like the autumn song
In my frozen home
I still remember those days of my past
What's left behind of all our love,
Of those good times, what stays with us,
A photograph, faded but true,
The days of our youth.
What's left behind of April days,
Of tender notes and secret ways,
A never ending memory
Which follows me.
Good times together, Free as a breeze,
Stolen kisses, sweet reveries.
What's left behind of all of these
Tell me please.
A sleepy town, a church bell rings,
The simple joy that each day brings,
And in a cloud passing so fast...
The days of my past.
All tender words we've whispered
The purest caresses we've given
The promises we've spoken in the deep wood
The flowers I've found in my book
That fragrance turned my head
Why are these times have passed?
What's left behind of all our love,
Of those good times, what stays with us,
A photograph, faded but true,
The days of our youth.
What's left behind of April days,
Of tender notes and secret ways,
A never ending memory
Which follows me.
Good times together, Free as a breeze,
Stolen kisses, sweet reveries.
What's left behind of all of these
Tell me please.
A sleepy town, a church bell rings,
The simple joy that each day brings,
And in a cloud passing so fast...
The days of my past.