I am born and I've grown in the wind
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In the frost, in the draught
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When we arrived to these barren plains
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We felt early cold
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[1]</i> Autumn... the leaves fall down again, to this gloomy earth
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I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts
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[2]</i> Inside of my mind I'm full of pain, like this air
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Misty thoughts, I tell you that: Go away... Far from here
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I am born and I've grown in the wind
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In the frost, in the draught
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When we arrived to these barren plains
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We felt early cold
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[3]</i> Autumn goes on and on again, I weep
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I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts
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Early Frost
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