Autumn has come, I’m loosing my leaves 
The sand has almost ran through 
Run, run, run for eternal youth 
I must escape from my faith 
There is no bribery to make the mirror lie 
Run, run, run, run 
The air is getting thin 
In my life’s opera, they play the final notes 
The happy tunes turned to minor 
Time is hunting me, there is no way out 
My winter will come 
A long time ago the orchard in me has whitered 
Time to go