Paolo Nutini - Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves under frozen souls,
Hungry hands turning soft and old,
My hero crying as we stood out there in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.

Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes,
Too young to say, though I swear he knew,
And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.

And I look at you, and I see me,
Making noise so restlessly,
But now it's quiet and I can hear you sing,
'My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry.
Autumn leaves are fading now,
That smile that I've lost, well I've found some how,
Because you still live on in my fathers eyes,
These autumn leaves, oh these autumn leaves,
oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight.




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ve sana bakiyorum kendimi goruyorum
durmadan gurultu yapiyor
ama simdi sessiz ve senin sarkini duyabiliyorum
"aglama kucuk baligim, aglama kucuk baligim"

sonbahar yapraklari soluyor simdi
yitirdigim o gulusu, sey, her nasilsa buldum
cunku sen hala babamin gozlerinde yasamayi surduruyorsun
bu sonbahar yapraklari, ah bu sonbahar yapraklari,
bu sonbahar yapraklari, bu gece senin