I am born and I've grown in the wind

In the frost, in the draught

When we arrived to these barren plains

We felt early cold



[1] Autumn... the leaves fall down again, to this gloomy earth

I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts



[2] Inside of my mind I'm full of pain, like this air

Misty thoughts, I tell you that: Go away... Far from here



I am born and I've grown in the wind

In the frost, in the draught

When we arrived to these barren plains

We felt early cold



[3] Autumn goes on and on again, I weep

I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts