Now in November, do you remember the days
My Wife, my Love, Martha and Mechthild all apart
I wonder: Like me, do you still remember our stays
Now, whatever you do and where ever you are
The pictures of past years we share in our minds
That cold Antwerp harbor and both of us early March
The autumn is not here to stay forever it will fall behind
While we await the next spring if there is still one for us
The image of a slippery edge to walk on, stumble or fall
Cold salty water, the pale sky above preparing for dusk
Run-down promenade venue on high heels awaits them all
Two seagulls silently float in the gray air above us
Out of a sudden, our eyes meet, you move and I sing
Da-da-de-taa-de-dah, da-da-de-taa-de-dah
The song of our love in November of life in full swing
Di-di-di-di-ditti-ditti-dah and you smile and dance
When I asked you to dance with me humming along
This September in the arcades of Bern where tourists stare
Reluctant you were but brave by heart you joined the song
Dagmaria, my love, my life, dear wife, and life's fire flare
Da-da-de-taa-de-dah, da-da-de-taa-de-dah
For now apart we live our love in November
Di-di-di-di-ditti-ditti-dah it's you that I love
Closing my eyes, I see you smile and dance