Autumn has come, cover my heart with something,
the shade of a tree or better with the shadow of you.

I fear that I will not see you again
Cause i will grow wings until I am drifting in the clouds
you will hide from me, 
You will hide with the woodworms 

And when i get close, everything becomes quiet,
I take the words and drown them in the sea.
I sing to the moon and the sunrise and pretend 
it is  a great love.