everything I said was torn to pieces and the night was never so bad I was calling for you Jesus nothing turned out in the end
I left the autumn to cry in silence I filled my winter with hysteric laugh will spring be mine?'cause the sorrow diamond stayed in the chest to fulfil one half
everything I said was a running water all I did was never so bad my hands are empty. I'm just a quarter of joy and kindness I ever had
the sun will rise and I'll be happy to breathe and never to analyse and if I tell you my precious lady will you be able not to despise?