Not To Be Persons Lyrics

It's never been so cold,
leaves are hanging up in the air.
Below my fair glance,
all this happening step by step.

I don't long for going back home,
I'm pleasant.
Nevertheless I didn't learnt the hours,
why are my clothes different of yours?

...however this things go smaller for you...

I don't long for going back home,
I'm pleasant.
Nevertheless I didn't learnt the hours,
why are my clothes different of yours?