Through the open window I can see
The tiny clouds hovering in the sky
The wind is blowing, my nose is freezing
... a few exhaust pipes are spluttering.

Ah, the sun is going down
Red and gold, as it should be
I look down to the street below
And see a friend standing there

Suddenly my heart feels heavy
I just need to see birds fluttering
And my eyes turn up to the sky
How it jurts my soul - how beautiful!

Nature in the evening, a peaceful town
Tormented soul, the tears flow
It all makes me feel so feeble
And makes the tears flow even more
Aaah...