Vitas Bumac's Opera #2

my house is built, but i am alone in it;
the door got shut behind my back;
the autumn wind is knocking on the window,
crying again over me.

there is thunder at night, and mist in the morning;
the sun has got cold;
pains from long ago go one after another,
let them combine into one

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my house is built, but i am alone in it;
the door got shut behind my back;
the autumn wind is knocking on the window,
crying again over me.

it's fate, and I can't ask
fate for anything;
but i know how after me
winds would start howling

y-a