In the summer's end everything is rotten sit in the dark and smoke expensive cigarettes Have a foreign light from balefire was forgotten I'm just one of who did not expect the end
it is summer's end i'm empty
Get some sleep and become shade of violence even the words can catch a cold in me I'm flying like a comet in the silence Deep inside the thing that you cant see
it is summer's end i'm empty
When the black circle closed the Sun We'll notice that he was warm Rain flowing down the wall Hands are drawn to the sun