The evening was looking at her, not averting eyes
A grey coat and a plain old scarf
It must be the first time there are so many leaves in September
Maybe you shouldn’t disturb her on that cold day
But she imagined how she was falling down the bridge
How ambulance men bent over to her
And she decided she’d definitely live up to 100 years
She had more than a thousand reasons for that
The girl who wanted to be happy
The girl who wanted to be happy… happy…
She, of course, has so many things to tell about
There, a flock of doves has just perched on the roof
But a tear is foully shining on a cheek
Tears is weakness, you can forgive yourself for them.
The evening was looking at her, not averting eyes
A grey coat and a plain old scarf
It must be the first time there are so many leaves in September
Maybe you shouldn’t disturb her on that cold day
That girl who really wanted to be happy
That girl who really wanted to be happy… happy…