Not this night, not tomorrow, not ever
I'm never coming back to you
Don't touch my old shoes
Don't choose and buy new ones for me
I'm not coming back to you.
Don't look for me in the papers, on the news
my name won't be there
I've disappeared like the last leaf
before winter arrives
With all your might remember and forget
return to your bed, continue to sleep
at midnight lay out a table for two for you and another
and don't celebrate the New Year alone
Ref.
Bring some wine out onto the table
A loaf of bread and salt (too)
sprinkle it onto the green branches
Soon enough I'll be
just one less card.
Not in spring, summer or autumn
I'm never coming back to you
Don't follow my tracks and wander around
Don't ask around the neighbourhood and pubs
I'm not coming back to you.
Don't look for me beneath bridges, at stations
I'm not there anymore,
I've disappeared like the last leaf
before winter arrives.