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 [bad word] 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?