It is cold weather and summer is behind the window.
And my patience has burnt like the wood of the old and dead willow.
But in september I’d like to get back what I’ve paid.
Only if you stay, if you stay, if you stay, if you stay, if you stay.
If you say that you will be here until the end of the next day.
And all that we’ve done in this room is burnt with the shame.
I remember how we used to build our house with bricks of clay.
Only if you stay, if you stay, if you stay, if you stay, if you stay.
I’m not gonna hide myself under the pillow,
I’m not gonna burn like the wood of the willow.
Days are so cold in summer, but there is no summer,
if you don’t want to stay I claim there is no summer,
I claim that there is no summer. If you stay.
But if you find your way back, so why is the sky so black,
I need the X-ray and I need you to stay.