(Roland Spremberg)
Dreaming of autumn
Of autumn past
And some of springtime
Approaching fast
I'm watching those peolpe
Wondering what do they see
Dreaming of April of buds and showers
And some of songs in July bowers
I'm watching those people
Wondering what they see
They don't feelt how it once was
When nature and pa**ion were one
Dreaming of summer
Of summer seas
It's making the men deaf for what they will be
I'm watching those people
Wondering what do they see
They don't feelt how it once was
When nature and pa**ion were one
Look through my window
With tears in my eyes
Look through my window
All men in disguise
All that they're saying
All that they're saying seems wrong
All that they're saying means nothing to me
All that they're doing means nothing to them
Until they're gone