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
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