Autumn has come, I'm loosing my leaves The sand has almost ran through Run, run, run for eternal youth I must escape from my faith There is no bribery to make the mirror lie
Run, run, run, run The air is getting thin
In my life's opera, they play the final notes The happy tunes turned to minor Time is hunting me, there is no way out My winter will come A long time ago the orchard in me has whithered Time to go