Autumn Leaves/Les Feuilles Mortes

New York in the Fall. A train ride out from the city.

We pass through the woodlands amidst the falling leaves.

Each one drifts, unique like a snowflake, glowing, backlit in the Autumn sun, the orange and terra cotta tones give way to glimpses of green, the last dance of the season, giving life to the soil.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle

Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle

Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi