It comes to you
A shadow once again
All the single beams
That vanish in the mess
A disappearing smile,
You lament's carved in face
It mostly comes
A mysterious luck,
In mysterious dress
You dream a bad symphony
Dream a symphony
You dream a bad symphony
Of the day
It comes to you
A shadow once again
And all the single beams
That vanish in the mess
The blistering midnight,
And you become a stain
It takes and hides you inner shelter
And mistifyes the death
You dream a bad symphony
Dream a symphony
You dream a bad symphony
Of the day
Of the day...
Of the day...
Of the day...
