The sky is getting lower and lower
Tearing leaves from tops of the trees
And I run with the breeze
I wish I could fly
Like the birds in the sky
Want to rush away!
From the cold and heavy showers
That flood everything over and over
Coloring days into grey
From burning melancholic thinkings
Thinkings about you
I can’t believe
That Spring will come to my home
Winter is coming closer
And sighing by the wind outside the window
Rain washes away from the memory
All reality, dreams and reveries
Every day with you, every look
It is spreading in rushing streams
Thinkings about you