Leaves are falling from the trees 
waiting for the news of wind. 
Autumn Rose is growing by, 
full of joy of living. 

Red is her mouth and also her 
soul, passion made of mistery. 

Rose is now a clear song 
sounding so, so near. 

Autumn fights a war again: 
against the time , the owner. 

Autumn Rose is falling in love 
with love. 
She needs to cry and sobber. 
But not a tear falls, 
and she recovers. 

Fenix in the fight of life, 
she makes the miracle 
of leaving nowadays. 

Returns to her amazing world, 
of loveliness and beauty, again. 

Woman , woo! man, wooh! man 
humanhood of woman. 

Autumn roses are alive, 
and they are reaching 
Autumn Flower Power 
at their fifties.