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