Early frost

I am born and I've grown in the wind
In the frost, in the draught
When we arrived to these barren plains
We felt early cold

Autumn... the leaves fall down again, to this gloomy earth
I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts

Inside of my mind I'm full of pain, like this air
Misty thoughts, I tell you that: Go away... Far from here

I am born and I've grown in the wind
In the frost, in the draught
When we arrived to these barren plains
We felt early cold

Autumn goes on and on again, I weep
I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts