Early Frost I am born and I've grown in the wind In the frost, in the draught When we arrived to these barren plains We felt early cold Autumn... the leaves fall down again, to this gloomy earth I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts Inside of my mind I'm full of pain, like this air Misty thoughts, I tell you that: Go away... Far from here I am born and I've grown in the wind In the frost, in the draught When we arrived to these barren plains We felt early cold Autumn goes on and on again, I weep I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts