Den ständiga resan [English translation]

When I think about the perpetual journey through life

When it always feels like autumn

Then the vind slowly turns north and the flowers die

Rain falls in my dreams

I have to travel again and search for comfort

I have to search again for the voice of tenderness

I have to travel again to next autumn

The perpetual journey to next autumn

When I walk on the rocky road through life

When it feels like I carried a sadness

Then the sun slowly hides in clouds and the word is goodbye

Soon, snow falls in my dreams

I have to travel again and search for comfort

I have to search again for the voice of tenderness

I have to travel again to next autumn

The perpetual journey to next autumn

The perpetual journey to next autumn

To next autumn