The great kapok is almost bare
Wile the summer has gone away
There remains a scarlet coat
On the grass
That the wind will disperse
With a breath
How many times up to now
Those old branches day by day
Have repeated the same old game?
Dark dry leaves carried on
By the wind under my steps
Creaking gently a sad song
Along the way
While I'm waiting for you
To come back home
While I'm waiting for you
To come back home