Most of my sweet memories were buried in the sand
The fire and the pain will now [bad word] to an end
How did you get to save me from this desolate wasteland
In your eyes I see the dawn of brighter days again.
With my tears you washed away the match stick on my hands
All this things you're trying to do make me a better man
Now i remember the joy and the taste of candy cane
The innocence of youth and the sound of mature stays 
Most of what i used to be had vanished in the waves
The memories of the boy i've been were drowning and you said then
"Now i remember the joy and the meaning of the Fate"
The colour of the [bad word] and the sound of sunny days.