Testo Next November Scycs
The door, the door is closed again
And the window in my head is clean
And we feel - what we feel - what we felt
We felt the next todays will go down
We felt the next todays will go down, will go down
But I say, but I say, but I say, but I say
Next November ... we'll go away
Next November ... you will feel no pain
Next November ... we'll go away ... away, away
The sun is going down againAnd the warmth of the summer is away
And we feel - that we feel - what we feel