When past sometimes takes you with soft hands
forcelessly pulls you to your chair
hides you away from these half days
sunless at the end of the year
the air is like a knife cutting through you
a room in the house is always warm
stretched out on the bathroom floor thinking
of fair days your future may hold
 [bad word] like surprise ice on the water [bad word] like surprise ice at dawn [bad word] like surprise ice on the water [bad word] at dawn

deprived of the light and of the colours
the world ends at your window tree
darkness creates these illusions
but pale days can teach you to see
rain falls but no life is given
weeks pass no progress is made

past sometimes takes you with soft hands
and all that surrounds you will fade