Verse 1 In a coffee cup, fading August has cooled down. Fading August has cooled down.Leaves are smoothly falling onto the wet windowsill.The wind is spinning a yellowed map in its hands, a yellowed map in its hands,And throwing random thoughts for an encore.We will close the windows. Dress warmer. Dress warmer.The streets of the city will be washed by a cool shadow.Chasing the light beams on a deserted alley,We are stepping into a crystal September day. A crystal September day. Chorus Into this sleepy September, we smoothly fade into the sunset. Fade into the sunset.Drops of a wet rainfall are tapping tiredly on the glass. Tapping tiredly on the glass.A yellow flame will burst in the embrace of dark alleys,Make the music louder and warm my hands quickly. Warm my hands quickly.Into this stylish September, under this heavy bass strike,We are dancing together, igniting the neon steam. The neon steam. Verse 2 The calendar opens forgotten dates. Forgotten dates.The windows are lighting up in the high-rises of glass.We hide old secrets under soft scarves, under soft scarves,Watching how the former heat burns away. The former heat burns away.Time is slowly drawing new signs. New signs.This air is filled with a special silence.We are erasing our tracks in the oncoming darkness,Taking the coolness of September with us. Coolness of September with us. Chorus Into this sleepy September, we smoothly fade into the sunset. Fade into the sunset.Drops of a wet rainfall are tapping tiredly on the glass. Tapping tiredly on the glass.A yellow flame will burst in the embrace of dark alleys,Make the music louder and warm my hands quickly. Warm my hands quickly.Into this stylish September, under this heavy bass strike,We are dancing together, igniting the neon steam. The neon steam. Stylish September, sleepy September, September.
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