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[Куплет] The summer sun has packed its bags, Left shadows long and skies of brass. A quiet chill now stirs the air, Like whispered secrets—everywhere. [Қайырма] I’m falling, falling like september leaves, Drifting down on a tender breeze. The world grows softer, time slows its pace, I find your memory in autumn’s embrace. [Куплет 2] Your laughter lingers in the haze, Of amber light and shorter days. The trees are poets, shedding gold, Their stories ancient, yet never old. [Prechorus] And i wonder, do you feel it too? This turning season, this shade of blue. [Қайырма] I’m falling, falling like september leaves, Drifting down on a tender breeze. The world grows softer, time slows its pace, I find your memory in autumn’s embrace. [Көпір] The branches bare, they reach for skies, But i reach for you with my closed eyes. Each fading leaf, a whispered plea, To hold what’s gone, to set it free.
