It was me who closed off behind the wall
And kept myself outside
It was me who, in an effort
Guarded myself in indifference

It was me who, one afternoon
Turned it into an evening of sadness
It was me who managed
To stay and yet leave
And I was forgotten
It was me

It was me who, on a cold night
Felt at ease
And in loneliness, with no one else
It was me

It was me who, in spring
Didn’t see the flowers
Or the Sun
In the mornings of September

I want to go out
I want to speak
I want to teach
The neighbor to sing

I want to go out
I want to speak
I want to teach
The neighbor to sing

In the mornings of September
In the mornings of September
In the mornings of September
In the mornings

It was me who closed off behind the wall
And kept myself outside
It was me who, in an effort
Guarded myself in indifference

It was me who, one afternoon
Turned it into an evening of sadness
It was me who managed
To stay and yet leave
And I was forgotten
It was me

It was me who, on a cold night
Felt at ease
And in loneliness, with no one else
It was me

It was me who, in spring
Didn’t see the flowers
Or the Sun
In the mornings of September

I want to go out
I want to speak
I want to teach
The neighbor to sing

I want to go out
I want to speak
I want to teach
The neighbor to sing

In the mornings of September
In the mornings of September
In the mornings of September
In the mornings

I want to go out
I want to speak
I want to teach
The neighbor to sing

I want to go out
I want to speak
I want to teach
The neighbor to sing

In the mornings of September
In the mornings of September
In the mornings of September
In the mornings