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A distant prayer carried by the evening wind
Animates the leaves in their languid dance.
It is the song of the old trees sung for you,
For these dark woods now asleep .
Without waiting for us, so many seasons have passed;
The golden leaves going to die on the ground
Will be reborn one day under a radiant sky,
But our eroded world will remain the same
And tomorrow you and I will be gone.
[English translation:]
Another Time
A distant prayer, carried by the evening wind
br/>Enlivens leaves in their languid dance.
Hear the song of the old trees, singing for you
For the dark, resting woods.
So many seasons have passed; they did not wait.
The golden leaves dying on the ground
Will be reborn under bright skies
As this weatherworn world remains the same,
And tomorrow, you and I will be gone.