After foggy and funereal days
In a mixture of sadness and devotion,
memory and mental escape
After foggy and funereal days
In a mixture of sadness and devotion,
memory and mental escape
I take back my life
bit confused, but more conscious of my way.
I wish warm affections [bad word] emotions
Absence of artifice.
I want to rock myself on my arts
Enjoying the new time
But I don't forget where [bad word] from
and people who loved me.