As the winter approaches
We will be sleeping in frozen silence
Almost dead faces without feelings
Drown deep into our sadness
Faded dark melancholy
At night when the snow will be dancing
While the rain will be falling
Into the cold darkness

Wintersorrow in my mind
In the memories of a child
Watching outside the window
Inspiration of a dreamer

The colours that could never reach me, the beauty I could never see
The sound of the magic choir is whistling through the old rotten leaves
The icy cold wind makes me shiver, while I gaze beyond the endless grey skies
When I look at the emptiness of the sorrowful landscape my heart withers and dies

Then I remember the cry of my princess, imprisoned in a forgotten fairy tale
“I can’t feel, I'm fading away, my life has become too pale…”

And as my body is trembling
I feel the cold inside me
Under a sweet melancholy
The strains of winter surround me

Only a song in front of me, a poem of birth
Wintersorrow owns my soul, until my death...

Swallow my self-loathing and let it fill me up with shame.
I'll never be what I want to be,
And all hope is hollow.

Abstracted, I'll watch you live my life and contemplate whether it's all worthwhile…
The constant misery of being lost in a world of grey, with all the colors slipping so fast and easily from my fingers.
The constant realization that the good in this world is too slight
And that we're all numbing ourselves from the truth with lies and shiny pictures
The constant shadow of wonderful days at my heels, growing further and further away each instant until

This unnatural, cruel, teasing sun is behind me, and it left with those shadows.

So now, I face nothing to live for.

I can see the buildings wrapped in cellophane
And the people crammed in their freezers
We are living in a pre-packaged world

Everything used to be planted and tended
And people grew out of ground like ivy