Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been

Pine & Snow

“Autumn Day” is a song adapted from Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1902 poem. The lyrics speak of change, endings, and the quiet rituals of solitude: staying awake, reading, writing long letters. Rilke’s timeless images of the fading summer, ripening fruit, and falling leaves are carried into song, creating a reflection on transition and the passage of time. It is both intimate and universal – a meditation set to music.

„Autumn Day“ ist ein Song nach Rainer Maria Rilkes Gedicht aus dem Jahr 1902. Die Zeilen erzählen von Veränderung, von Abschieden und von den stillen Ritualen der Einsamkeit: wach bleiben, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben. Rilkes zeitlose Bilder – der vergehende Sommer, die reifenden Früchte, die fallenden Blätter – finden hier ihren Platz in der Musik. Ein Lied über Übergänge und Vergänglichkeit, zugleich persönlich und universell.

Autumn Day

If you’ve got no house now
You won’t build one anymore
Whoever is alone now
Will remain so through the dark time
Stay up and read
Write long letters, line by line

Lord, it is time
The summer was so wide
Drop your shadow on the sundial’s face
Let the wild winds run the countryside

Whoever is alone now
Will remain so through the dark time
Stay up and read
Write long letters, line by line

It is time

Command the final fruits to shine
Grant them two more days of southern skies
Press them to ripen, to be whole, and drive
The last sweet juices in the heavy wine

If you’ve got no house now
You won’t build one anymore
Whoever is alone now
Will remain so through the dark time
Stay up and read
Write long letters, line by line
Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh
And walk restless avenues, back and forth 
While leaves keep falling, drifting down

Time
Time


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