Walking down the cemetery avenue I'm looking for you, my friend.
You gone, because you were weak like a dry leaf.
Today we can move our empty souls,
To expose our deceptions and burned consciences.
No one worry our faint looks now.
We're alone at last in this November evening today.


Walking down the autumn avenue I'm looking for you, my friend.
I wanna be only with you through some little times.
Help me call old years, revive sleeping men.
Help me, help me overcome sadness, that remains when you suddenly gone.
No one worry our faint looks now.
We're alone at last in this November evening today...