One more time that I find you on the street
You're sprawled out and you tell me, "I'm tired again"
I feel tied up, I don't know anymore what I can do
Whether to ask you that you leave or to take off running
I think, Poor guy, how he ended up so alone!
I think about his path, how his fate will be
I think about life that always does whatever it wants
I think if one chooses or at least if one suggests
And once again that I look around me
I no longer know if I'm better or if everything's worse
I want to cheer myself up and I tell myself nice things
I want to pep myself up and talk with the little flowers
And I look at them, and I tell them, "What beautiful flowers!"
And I think that they think, "Oh, poor thing, she's crazy!"
And I turn back in shame, staring off to the side
And there I see the poor guy, also so desolate
It's autumn, the trees mirror my pain
A leaf falls to the ground
I look at it, alone are the two of us
And in the loneliness of the street I walk
I'd rather move forward and reach some place
So that things happen and not make them wait
If I walk slowly I can even meditate
Toward where I'm going and toward where it will end up
If I speed up, I can also crash
Into what hurts me, enough to make me burst!
It's autumn, the trees mirror my pain
A leaf falls to the ground
I look at it, alone are the two of us