Sad, deserted shore
Your fickle friends are leaving
But I am not alone
When our love was here
Who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time
Where it all goes?
Sad, deserted streets
Your fickle friends are leaving
But I still can't [Incomprehensible]
When my love was here
Who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time
Where it all goes?
Across the morning sky
All the birds are leaving
But how can they know
When it's time for them to go?
Before winter fire
I will still be dreaming
I have no, I have no thought of time
No thought of time

INVIA LE CORREZIONI