Raimon - I Owed It To You текст песни

When you are left alone,
songs of winter
like an old wind
you hear through the window.

You hear through the window
how a sweet forgetfulness
enters the heart
like an old wind.

A sweet forgetfulness
near the fire,
when you're left alone
against memory.

And it's the memory
against forgetfulness
that fills everything
when you're left alone.