Novembre Behind My Window My Seas Of South
And now that the cold has returned Where is my window From which I used to dominate The world My gray, black, azure world A world without no wars A world where I could even Fly Now I know love doesn't belong to these lands It flies free above all this I could see it from behind my window Bringing me that happiness which the eyes Where are my seas of South which wet my eyes now Where is my window now that the cold has returned