Doften av tomhet [English translation]

A gray day in August

Wind blows along the trees

It's raining outside my window

The smell of emptiness

The feeling of loneliness

Fog of anxiety leads me to the emptiness' dimension

The hope there is just a weak feeling

Never more than a hopeless illusion

Indepandantly from existence of it's reasons

ahses fall from the sky, cold and gray