Spring has come
and the familiar old restlessness stirs me
I sneak around your street
fruitlessly
I wait
under your window in the shade of the acacia
to watch you hurry
when you are coming to see me
Everything's the same as once
everthing's the same, but actually all has changed (lit. nothing is)
Ref.
Inside me it's autumn
although everyone say's it's spring
Inside me there's hurting
because who knows where you are
Spring smells and the birds are returning from the south
already coming back to us
only you, you are not returning
Who is creeping from your bed
when the bulbul starts it's song
do you ever think of us
only if just for a moment
Everything's the same as once
everthing's the same, but actually all has changed (lit. nothing is)