Et les vents du Nord, les emportant
Dans la nuit blanche de n´oubli
Que moi, je n´ai pas oublie
La chanson que tu me chantais
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I´ll hear old winter song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When the autumn leaves start to fall...