I smell the rain of spring
It brings me part of rest
Sometimes I loose my mind
And rain return me to the sanity

The day is gone
And bitter regrets [bad word] Of choice, of love, of all
Arise again... 

Tonight the sky above
Violet and dark
I see the things [bad word] Things will [bad word] There's nothing to be in joy
I feel dark drops
I close my eyes

The darkside of spirit rose
To call of moon
I see bad dreams my paranoya blooms
In place of unlight
My inner force awake
Nocturnity, I'm to itself condemned