Autumn has passed, winter has passed
A lonely room, I'm alone
For the distress to get bigger
A whole year has passed
Infront of our old
House, the Locust is leafing
It will blossom when you return
No question
Something tells me that you're not in a hurry
You don't want to go, don't (want to) travel
For you there with some woman, hey
It's good, it's good
Everybody has raised their hands of you
Parents, friends
For the distress to get bigger
I don't even know where you are