The Wind

The wind is cold, I turn up my collar in vain
The night is still, the wind’s only whirling in my brain
«You fool, you fool!», it whispers with a sigh
«Don't you know your love has gone for ever
Why did you ever say goodbye?»
And so he’s gone, a memory has taken his place
These empty arms are holding a ghost in their embrace
I’m all alone, I know it’s over now, and yet
The cold wind always will remind me
Of the things I can’t forget!
I’m all alone, I know it’s over now, and yet
The cold wind always will remind me
Of the things I can’t forget!
The wind is cold!