This song in English has some difficulties.

And so I did an interpretation of it, to try and make sense of what is going on in the life of the protagonist in the song.

And this is something like in vernacular English. I hope this makes some sense to you, and anyone reading it. It's like I repainted the picture a little. So it's not exactly literal.

In English.

I will return. I’ll come, I’m coming home.
To tell you everything.
But when, I ask, in winter or in spring?
I cannot say.

I thought I’d be back before now.
But it doesn’t look like I’ll be back soon.
I’m well, I still have hope, but it’s very hot here.
And the wind scorches the temple.
I hate this desert, its endless yellow sand.
It never cools off.
Neither body nor soul can bear this.
This is my life here. It is eternal summer.
Those are just passing details though.
Recently, planes circled over us in the sky.
It was impossible to tell which were ours and which were enemy.
I’m still breathing, thanks to the fellow that said, “Man, don’t move a muscle!”
I hadn’t known before that people were their targets.
But I won’t forget to tell you “I’m well”.
I thought everything would be quiet, peaceful, and fine.
I will do all that is set before me.
And strive to maintain courage, so that you have nothing to fear.
You need peace. Please don’t worry.

refrain
Falling leaves circle in the sky.
And someone is to blame.
For when you went away,
You left our dreams dissolved by rain.
Rain falls against my pane.
(Rain falls against my pane.)
Something striking has befallen us
(Something striking has befallen us)
For by September’s end, my dreams were bereft of you,
(my dreams were bereft of you.)


This is the third day.
Everything is fine, I’m well.
And the time flies by
That teaches all
To regret nothing,
Else you will have pain.
And never look at
The burning sun.
Occasionally, planes fly passed.
And out of the blue, someone will recall his mother.
I thank my stars I am not among those already struck dead.
This is all so different from how we used to think and feel.
And I miss you and everyone there terribly.
Every day’s the same:
Each evening at sunset
The wish to fly away takes me.
But I know I don’t have the strength.
My second letter to you
Returned yesterday.
Perhaps you are well,
Or perhaps something is wrong.
I cannot tell.
The letter came back with
“Return to sender. Addressee unknown.”

Refrain.

I will return. I’ll come, I’m coming home.