I opened my closet and a few outfits came into my eye
It seems a bit early but I put it on anyway
My image in the mirror is the image from back then

I liked it better cold, the sun is about to set in the alleyway
The coffee aroma brings me back to then
When I looked at the clothes hanging on the shop window

* Yes it was you, who brought me out
You, who put your hand in my pocket and held my hand
In that year, late autumn
Now where should I walk? I miss the sound of your footsteps

I drank in the wind, because my heart longed for it too
My heart that’s gotten a bit better presses me on
For me to go back before the night comes

* repeat

Yes it was you, the shade of brown, who taugh tme autumn
The night with the endless longing
I need to prepare for the upcoming winter
For the winter with the long, long nights
For my winter, that has so much of you