It's getting to be autumn, it's starting to be cold,
it's increasingly good to be inside.
Soon it's here, time for reflection
when summer is only a memory.
One begins to find time to look at each other,
one gets a growing desire to be together.
It becomes increasingly worth, when the wind comes in,
to feel a nearness to each other.
It starts to be time to enjoy the season
when all the colors are the prettiest,
it starts to be time to enjoy the season
when one will harvest all one sows.
So let it be autumn, it doesn't bother me
as long as your warm body pulses.
Let the wind come, you are lying here;
My darling, I don't want anything more.