Wennen Aan September [English translation]

She buys her flowers herself

She hopes that then the Spring will become bearable

But deep from within she knows full well

That they wither in an instant

That the water becomes turbid

That they let their heads hang

The colour of anything

is buried underneath the smell of sunlight

And the mon that lies beneath

Hides the bitter truth

That drowning in a bed of blooms

Is better than the lies

That slide from singers and the songs that

slip their teeth

As the evening draws in

He longs for a trace

Of a promise in her words

He knows that full well

And the days keep running

The calendar is a game

It's getting used to September

So quickly already

They look at each other

And they court with their eyes open more widely

Than they ever have been before

For her it feels like hope

But she sees it for him

But a question comes from necessity

Due to the stillness in her voice

All the summer's falling down

And the sun is on the ground

Falling upon a pile of photographs

And the day flame out

In the dark among the ashes

On this calender-go-rouund

I got older in September

And there's no way out

The trees are getting barer

(Autumn's coming down, around)

His dreams move on

(The leaves are blowing eastward into town)

Like the end of a story

Her warmth in vain

(all you life you had the things you lose)

His arms heavier than he can lift now

(The things you keep, and all the things

you wish you'd never left behind)

Once he had it all

As the evening draws in

All the summer's falling down

Her heart drags itself on

And her heart is on the ground

She wants to go back and yet goes on

A breath of wind among the photographs

She knows that full well

And the days fade out

Did she ever get to know him?

In the dark among the endings

Were they actually together?

On this calendar-go-round

It's getting used to September...

Heading west into September...

And the lights go down

And the lights go down

Far too early this year

• Artist:BLØF
• Album:Umoja