Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving.
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming.
I have no thought of time.
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore,
your fickle friends are leaving.
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go.
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving,
I do not count the time.
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me.
I know it will be so
until it's time to go.
So come the storms of winter
and then the birds in spring again.
I do not fear of time.
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?