The seasons die out one by one, their lives fade to gray. 
Their cries of death, [bad word] the wind, and then blow away,

man much too sober to, enjoy the city's view,
He wastes away, so pointlessly, looking at the moon.

It's as though, I'm alone, just living life as a bare shadow,
And by now, I can't be sure, if I'm 'me' anymore. 

If I sing out to the rain, will the [bad word] out again?
I'm nothing but a dried up life, in this busy summer full of light,

Dear, my most hated Past, 
I'm ready at last - to leave you behind,

Even through my suffering, even through my heavy grief,
With no sunlight breaking through the clouds above,
The song in my heart, plays on! 

The seasons die out one by one, their lives fade to gray.