There's a weird thing chasing me It scorns and taunts me With a dried out, high pitched voice A voice of ice And this is something I don't like This is something I can't fight There is something It's not far It lurks behind me No one no one's here to rescue me This is something I don't like This is something I can't fight Because my wild luck dropped me In the easiest way It just turned sour And never came back There is something and I know It will caress me There will be a kiss so cold A warm surprise Moreover it is not a thing unknown It was here before It has come again It has dried up my secret source And what once was mine has deserted me My wild luck dropped me in the easiest way It just turned sour And never came back It is sneaking up on me with scorn It's a menace but she's beautiful I submerge into a pool of joy And I love to meet my own defeat