Today i feel bad, it is a worse day
If a sound touches my voice i would scream
the ground is cold, stones are cold
the roads that united us are cold
i wanted a lot of things from you
i wanted to born again in your love
i wanted mornings disobedient and pure
i wanted the color of light to grow
But come and see i feel bad
if a sound touches my voice i would scream
the ground is cold, stones are cold
do not close your eyes, do not sleep
all shadows happens at night
the leave is cold, branches are cold
tears fall, the wind has blown
the winter season has blown inside me