In the autumn park, the leaves whisper softly. Tell me who I am to you...

But why are you silent, tell me,

I know your lips are whispering, I can hear it.

I look into your eyes and I understand,

Forgive me, I'm losing myself,

A blizzard is blowing in my soul,

And the yellowed leaves are my bed now.

Your gaze is wandering like an autumn wind,

I hear every rustle, I'm waiting for an answer,

I want to hear it, but my fear is gnawing at me,

I hope that the memory will help me.

I look into your eyes and I understand,

Forgive me, I'm losing myself,

A blizzard is blowing in my soul,

And the yellowed leaves are my bed now.