She wakes up early on the 31 of December
And snow keeps falling like never in this town
It's something strange it seems that something's changing
With feeling of the year [bad word] 
She takes a postcard and a pack of coloured pencils
And with the eyes wide open is slowly putting signs
She writes a letter to someone she doesn't know yet
dream left for the year [bad word] 
  "We'll get together
    I'm sure we'll get together
  And'll live it out for better
    To make this [bad word] [bad word]   We are good actors
    So it's time to build the theater
  Discovering chemistries between me and you"

"I wish that all of us would realize they worth it
Why don't we stop to panic, feel and causing pain
And every phonebook of the every single person
Would get a single sacred name

That in a year we'll meet together in a crossing
And taking look back on this passing time frame
We'll say we're happy that we've realized we worth it
And leave this year to fade away"