Through the open window I can see The tiny clouds hovering in the sky The wind is blowing, my nose is freezing ... a few exhaust pipes are spluttering. Ah, the sun is going down Red and gold, as it should be I look down to the street below And see a friend standing there Suddenly my heart feels heavy I just need to see birds fluttering And my eyes turn up to the sky How it jurts my soul - how beautiful! Nature in the evening, a peaceful town Tormented soul, the tears flow It all makes me feel so feeble And makes the tears flow even more Aaah...