It's almost fall time,
The children reap
And I already got the wood.
You in uniform, with other men
Far away from here, you left, singing:
In the sun and in the wind
Turn the wings of the old mill
They’ll turn as long
As we will live hand in hand
A little dust on the snuffbox
Proves to me that you're far away
But I think I hear the tender chorus
That last year, to lull me to sleep,
You sang to me:
In the sun and in the wind
Turn the wings of the old mill
They’ll turn as long
As we will live hand in hand
Yesterday, your friend came back from war
He didn’t say anything, but I understood
Seeing your chain, your wool jacket
That you'd never come to sing to me again:
In the sun and in the wind
Turn the wings of the old mill
They’ll turn as long
As we will live hand in hand
Turn the wings in the light
Turns the time, nothing has changed
But since yesterday in my heart
The old mill... stopped.