Tiku — Tell Me

Autumn.

She always comes back to tell me the most impor­tant words. They are in her smell, they are in the rus­tle of leaves and the gray sky.

And she hugs me with her cold, wind and rain. To tell me again and again what I missed so much.

About what is gone and that it can­not be returned.

Tell me!

Lyrics

Still going through the days…
It seems like you have gone your own way.

And I won­der if you know,
That every day I miss you all the same. The same…

Where did this all go?
Can you come back?

Tell me!
Where did this all go now?!
Tell me!
Can you come back somehow?