When I think about the constant journey through life
When it always feels like fall
When the wind slowly turns to north
And the flowers die
It's raining in my dreams
I have to travel again, and search for solace
I have to search again after the voice of tenderness
I have to travel again, to the next fall
The constant journey to the next fall
When I walk on the stony road through life
When it feels like I carried a sorrow
Then the sun slowly hides in the clouds
And the word is goodbye
The snow will soon be falling in my dreams
I have to travel again, and search for solace
I have to search again after the voice of tenderness
I have to travel again, to the next fall
The constant journey to the next fall
Oh, the constant journey to the next fall