DEPRESJA (depression)
i'm passing trees' remains
you are by my side again
at a hand's reach
that hand grabs my nect
yes, i don't know where to go
maybe against the wind
maybe against the wind
a twilight after dawn
you are by my side again
at the beck and call
you will hear a whispear
and the scream that i wake up with
horrid rat, damn raven
you cannot sing
you only know bad news
horrid rat, damn raven
you will keep on biting
like a restess thought
i know i shoud have chased you out
to the crossroads
but you are here again
the cold is crushing my ribs
i can't catch a breath