Lyrics:

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

This is how the lucky feel,
how the blessed men think.
Like a daybreak in spring,
the sun on a spring morning.
Like the flat brink of a cloud.
Like a dark night in autumn.

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

A black winter day