Jane, Jane, Jane
I'm calling for you beloved Jane
Jane, my poor Jane
But it's all in vain
Waving my tiring hands
High up to the cruel skies
Under the rains of bitter November
Do you remember?
Beloved Jane,
The years that felt like days
My first hellos and your first ‘heys’
Jane, Jane, Jane
I'm calling for you beloved Jane
Jane, my poor Jane
But it's all in vain
Sweating a sea with mental exhaustion
Hoping it will drown my pain
Under the scorching sun of October
Intoxicated by good times, we never remained sober
Beloved Jane,
If these memories had died with you
It would spare me the pain
It’s all in vain
Jane, Jane, Jane
I'm calling for you beloved Jane
Jane, my poor Jane
But it's all in vain
Cursing the cruel ground
That holds you in a tight embrace
My screams dancing to the strong winds of July
You promised to be with me forever, that was a lie
Beloved Jane,
I picture you turning in your grave
Maybe one day you will answer my call
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