Joan Brossa - End of Season lyrics
The fallen leaves block the road I imagine I am what I am not. Here I am quite still. I try to not move, To occupy a minimum of space, Just as if I weren't here. Silence is the original, Words are the copy.
The fallen leaves block the road I imagine I am what I am not. Here I am quite still. I try to not move, To occupy a minimum of space, Just as if I weren't here. Silence is the original, Words are the copy.