Ultime foglie [English translation]

Autumn makes fall the last leaves

which the wind gathers

bringing them to you.

In each yellow leaf that caresses you

there is so much sadness

that speaks for me.

Like my cry of love,

the rain comes down.

It seems to bring the ache

that's in my heart.

Autumn makes fall the last leaves

which the wind gathers

for you.

Autumn makes fall the last leaves

which the wind gathers

bringing them to you.

In each yellow leaf that caresses you

there is so much sadness

that speaks for me.

Like my cry of love,

the rain comes down.

It seems to bring the ache

that's in my heart.

Autumn makes fall the last leaves

which the wind gathers

for you.

• Artist:Gigliola Cinquetti