When I think about the perpetual journey
Through life
When it always feels like autumn
The wind slowly turns to the north
And the flowers die
Rain is falling in my dreams
I have to journey again
and search for comfort
I have to search again
for the voice of tenderness
I have to journey again, to the next autumn
When I walk on the stony path through life
When it feels as if I carried grief
The sun will then conceal itself in the clouds
And the word is farewell
Soon snow will fall in my dreams
I have to journey again and search for comfort
I have to search again for the voice of tenderness
I have to journey again to the next autumn
The perpetual journey to the next autumn
The perpetual journey to the next autumn
The perpetual journey
When I think about the perpetual journey Through life When it always feels like autumn The wind slowly turns to the north And the flowers die Rain is falling in my dreams
I have to journey again and search for comfort I have to search again for the voice of tenderness I have to journey again, to the next autumn
When I walk on the stony path through life When it feels as if I carried grief The sun will then conceal itself in the clouds And the word is farewell Soon snow will fall in my dreams I have to journey again and search for comfort I have to search again for the voice of tenderness I have to journey again to the next autumn The perpetual journey to the next autumn The perpetual journey to the next autumn
Roughly translated, but you get the idea :)