... ballads for October

I think I have talked the subject into pieces already, but I have to open just one more perspective to the fall: what does the time of old leaves and wind and exhaustion sound like? For me, it sounds both like little drops against a tin roof and certain ballads by certain people. Here are some examples.

I know the first one is in Finnish, but I believe it would sound good to me even if I couldn´t understand a word. And I know it is rather depressive to listen to these. Depressive, but releasing.