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