Текст песни
[intro]
(Drum beat starts, low synth pad)
Tick… tick… September’s near.
Whispers of “us” disappear.
One date on the page, one tear on my face —
3rd of September. No place. No trace.
(Full beat drops)
[Chorus]
I’ll turn the calendar anew,
And it’s September third anew.
At your photo I will look through,
And it’s September third anew.
But why, oh why, tell me why,
Did we have to say goodbye?
It was real, I don’t deny,
On September second, high.
But why, oh why, tell me why,
Did we have to say goodbye?
It was real, I don’t deny,
On September second, high.
[Verse 2]
Cranes in a white flight,
Your daughter, my son so bright —
All they want is warmth and light.
We played love like a game,
In the cold wind’s bitter claim,
Played together, just the same,
Then it ended — no one to blame.
[Pre‑Chorus]
September third — farewell day,
When rowan fires light the way.
Promises burn just like they say,
On the day I’m all alone, they stay.
[Chorus]
I’ll turn the calendar anew,
And it’s September third anew.
At your photo I will look through,
And it’s September third anew.
But why, oh why, tell me why,
Did we have to say goodbye?
It was real, I don’t deny,
On September second, high.
But why, oh why, tell me why,
Did we have to say goodbye?
It was real, I don’t deny,
On September second, high.
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
I’ll turn the calendar anew,
And it’s September third anew.
At your photo I will look through,
And it’s September third anew.
But why, oh why, tell me why,
Did we have to say goodbye?
It was real, I don’t deny,
On September second, high.
But why, oh why, tell me why,
Did we have to say goodbye?
It was real, I don’t deny,
On September second, high.
