Текст песни Freedom of Fruits - Лирика

That night in the courtyard ,
Park is in September.
Around silence of the night ,
In the sky the moon is shining
Lighting me a long journey .
Honey, you do not forget me .

Dawn , that morning, in the yard ,
Park , still in September.
Outside the window , the sun had already risen .
That time has come

And the tears pouring out of her beautiful eyes
I see them, it might be the last time .
I am leaving , I am far from you .
See you soon , my dear .