- lyrics by Andres Waldura -
Strange words pass by
no sentence or sense
they're not meant for me
incessant suspense
I dare not to ask
or participate
each glance seems to bother
my thoughts deviate
I wish it was autumn
your hand on my cheek
soft winds, golden sunbeams
a song, distant, weak
Strange words pass by
no sentence or sense
they're not meant for me
incessant suspense
I dare not to ask
or participate
each glance seems to bother
my thoughts deviate
I wish it was autumn
your hand on my cheek
soft winds, golden sunbeams
a song, distant, weak