As the wind blows

Solitude, what a lame excuse,

you forget as the wind blows.

Do not cry over same old news,

do not tell what the skin knows.

So you fade away

Like a summer day.

Knell, no one cares but the bells

in my hands, empty shells,

all those days gone in vain

Solitude, solitude, my friend.

Lay me down in the summer breeze

where young girls find new lovers,

wash my face with a white chemise,

leave your coat as a cover.

Nothing else to see, ‘cause isn’t my (???)

Knell, no one cares but the bells

in my hands, empty shells,

all those days gone in vain

solitude, solitude, solitude

my friend

my friend.