Текст: Amorphis. Black Winter Day.
This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed think
Like 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?
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night
How the blessed think
Like 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?
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night