Woorden: Artrosis. Melange (english Version). In Low Spirits.

Neither night nor day will answer me
New cares where each of them
Has its own story
There is something around me that attracts blue moments
I have no illusions and
I become the mist
I fell apart

To wing its way above dreams to find yourself
Chilly rain blends tears with its drops of breath
There is something around me that attracts blue moments
I have no illusions and
I become the mist
I fell apart