Wind upon my hair,

hear the wistling like an elusory scream,

in the cold rain, i feel raindrops falling down on me

i close my eyes and feel the blistering cold



where am i?

it´s just an illusion so painful

the pain grows with every more step i dare

in the cold, in the cold september rain



in the stormy weather with a sky in grey

with tear-drops in my eyes like silvery fog

so many times i wondered and asked myself

why you had left me alone