I remember well
That musician,
Autumn was there
At the house
I remember well
That musician,
Autumn was there
On his violin
The time has gone
From the violin times
When you were in that house
It's been raining so much
For so many seasons
The violin times are gone
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my summers listening to
This symphony
That was so beautiful
And which reminds me
Of an ended love
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights watching
Birds passing by
Like threats
And I hear the autumn coming
I have nobody to wait for
I remember well
That musician,
On a night of farewell at the house
I remember well
That musician,
And the farewell
On his violin
And every year
When the summer ends
I hear the september violin
And the past
Like a symphony
Enters this very room
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights listening to
That symphony
Today long gone
And which reminds me
That you were beautiful
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights watching
Birds passing by
Like threats
And I hear the autumn coming
Nobody to wait for
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my summers listening to
This symphony
That was so beautiful
And which reminds me
Of an ended love
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights watching
Birds passing by
Like threats
And I hear the autumn coming
Nobody to wait for