DEPRESJA (depression) i'm passing trees' remains you are by my side again at a hand's reach that hand grabs my nect yes, i don't know where to go maybe against the wind maybe against the wind
a twilight after dawn you are by my side again at the beck and call you will hear a whispear and the scream that i wake up with
horrid rat, damn raven you cannot sing you only know bad news
horrid rat, damn raven you will keep on biting like a restess thought
i know i shoud have chased you out to the crossroads but you are here again the cold is crushing my ribs i can't catch a breath