In a position of an eternal cabby,
Drive this royal coach of autumn leafs
On the wave of wind you're never saddy
Slave cabby with eyes picturing innocent believes
Wiping with circle movements within the air,
My shoulders trembles sensing your joy
Circling scarlet leafs above your chair
Drunk and unconscious by happiness you deploy
Yet, thirty years I serve your whimsy
Scouring valleys dressed in coats of yellow and red
Always new, always fancy.
Time and eternity you made me forgotten
Cabby. Behind his back, in the chair, mistress of autumn
