For certain, something is not right.
For certain, there is a creepy vibe,
Neither from me, nor from you.
Not certain, from who.
In the air, is deceit.
Something's missing somewhere.
There is this thing, hard to describe.
In the air, is deceit.
No knowing why, there's a problem.
Because of the rain falling or of the wind blowing?
Not from this, not from that,
Not certain, why it is.
This feeling will pass if I take a deep breath,
Maybe it will be here forever.
From where it comes, how does it go,
What is it, what it is not?
For certain, something is not right.
For certain, there is a creepy vibe,
Neither from me, nor from you.
Not certain, from who.