Oh how I want you to remember,
this song was yours,
it was your favourite, I think
Written by Prévert and Kosma.

And each time “Fallen Leaves”
brings back my memories of you,
day after day
the fallen loves
are never done dying.

I abandon myself to other’s arms, of course
but their song is dull
and I grow ever more indifferent,
there is no helping it.

Because each time “Fallen Leaves”
brings back my memories of you,
day after day
the fallen loves
are never done dying.

Is it ever possible to know
the beginning or the end of indifference?
May fall pass, may winter come,
and may Prévert’s song,
this song,
“Fallen Leaves“,
vanish from my memories,
and on that day
my fallen loves
will be done dying.

And on that day,
my fallen loves
will be done dying.