I wanted you to hear my song…
I wanted to send my love…
But I wasn’t able to tell you how I felt
You don’t know anything
About this city I live in
Nor the reason I’m even here
If, back then, you’d been dyed by the color of this old brick city’s charms,
I wouldn’t have ever let you go!
Passing through the park, exposed to the sun’s winter rays,
Each day of my current life begins
But time has stopped for my heart;
A double-decker bus leaves me behind
I hear you say, “The constellations are most beautiful in December,” inviting me out on a drive
We always looked at the stars from your sun-roof
You would always sing as you took in the view
If you still happen to remember that song,
Please… look to the far-off sky and sing for me in harmony!
Passing through the park, exposed to the sun’s winter rays,
Each day of my current life begins
But time has stopped for my heart
A double-decker bus leaves me behind
I wanted you to hear my song…
I wanted to send my love…
But I wasn’t able to tell you how I felt
The northern wind kicks up the dead leaves, makes things even harder on me
But I’ll keep on living in this city