Текст песни 2 опенинг - дюрарара

In the frowning sky, clouds are crying again,
As if about me.
And bitterness in the soul became bitterness in the mouth.
All that I kept in my hands,
Suddenly turned into dust
I still want to see soon
That tomorrow will bring me morning
But the future is questions without answers.
I will open a new day
Like a white endless sheet of paper,
What do I draw?
To gray everyday life
Did not cover a sheet of paper?
What do I draw?
Sun bright rays!