Lyrics:
This is how the lucky feelHow the blessed men thinkLike a daybreak in springThe sun on spring morningLike the flat brink of a cloudLike the dark night in autumnBut how do I feelIn my gloomy depths?This is how the lucky feelHow the blessed men thinkLike a daybreak in springLike the flat brink of a cloudLike a dark night in autumnA black winter dayThis is how the lucky feelHow the blessed men thinkLike a daybreak in springLike the flat brink of a cloudLike a dark night in autumnA black winter dayThis is how the lucky feelHow the blessed men thinkLike a daybreak in springThe sun on spring morningA black winter dayNot darker than thatGloomier than an autumn nightA black winter dayNot darker than thatGloomier than an autumn nightBlack winter day