Fi Ahwi 'al Mafra' (In a cafe at the crossroads) 가사

In a cafe at the crossroads there's a fireplace and a girl my love and I have laid it out with secrets one day I found a pair of little lovers had taken over our seats become the joyful strollers. O yellow leaves we keep growing up we keep growing the roads and houses, the trees are changing and growing up you alone my country my country my country you alone are still a little child. Like the arrow returning from its trip into time I crossed the streets where no one laughed for me. All my mates have grown up all that was before is no more the same they've become the past the gold of oblivion. O yellow leaves we keep growing up we keep growing up the houses and roads the trees are changing and growing up you alone my country my country my country you alone are still a little child.