Black Winter Day

This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like the daybreak in spring
The sun on spring morning
Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like the dark night in autumn

But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?

This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like the daybreak in spring
Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like the dark night in autumn
A black winter day

This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like the daybreak in spring
The sun on spring morning
Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like the dark night in autumn

A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier that an autumn night

A black winter day