Autumn is leaving the town
And I feel the winter that I am
It might show the world my frozen night
The winter that I am is not all right
So with the ants in my hand
Hopes and wishes from the unconscius
Donʼt have the fear of breaking bad
And I donʼt, I donʼt, I donʼt collapse the time
So...talking about that...
Watch the flowers born and die,
Isnʼt it sad? Thatʼs only why
I prefer the trees to be compared with
So with the ants in my arms
Winter bones and tales of my desire
I feel the winter trees like mine
And I wonʼt, I wonʼt , I wonʼt, I wonʼt be mad
Always thinking of you
Always decisions of the words
Donʼt have no fear, donʼt hesitate
The winter I am loves you all
But I donʼt, I donʼt, I donʼt run
I donʼt, I donʼt, I donʼt want to give up
And I wonʼt, I wonʼt, I wonʼt. I wonʼt be mad
It is all, itʼs all the winter that I am!
Music or silence
I canʼt trust the people that I know.