Et les vents du Nord,
Les emportent
Dans la nuit froide de l?oubli
Tu vois, je n?ai pas oubli?
La chanson que tu me chantais
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves are red and gold
I see your lips,
The summer kisses
The sun-burned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I?ll hear old winter song
But I miss you
Most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall...

J. Mercer, J. Prevert & J. Kosma