The boulevard was aglow in the fire, and a playful breeze started to frolic, it swirled, whistled, spun around, and
Snatched the shawl from your shoulders.
The shawl flew towards me, like a firebird landing right in my hands.
You came running, flushed and frantic, and held out your palm to me.
Who told you that autumn is sad?
It was the autumn wind that betrothed us.
For it is heady like a wedding, and generous and rich with gold.
Let it swirl, whistle, and storm,
I will bow down low to it.
It brought you to me and showered us
With leaves all around.
Snatched the shawl from your shoulders.
The shawl flew towards me, like a firebird landing right in my hands.
You came running, flushed and frantic, and held out your palm to me.
Who told you that autumn is sad?
It was the autumn wind that betrothed us.
For it is heady like a wedding, and generous and rich with gold.
Let it swirl, whistle, and storm,
I will bow down low to it.
It brought you to me and showered us
With leaves all around.