It comes to you
A shadow once again
All the single beams
That vanish in the mess

A disappearing smile,
You lament's carved in face
It mostly comes
A mysterious luck,
In mysterious dress

You dream a bad symphony
Dream a symphony
You dream a bad symphony
Of the day

It comes to you
A shadow once again
And all the single beams
That vanish in the mess

The blistering midnight,
And you become a stain
It takes and hides you inner shelter
And mistifyes the death

You dream a bad symphony
Dream a symphony
You dream a bad symphony
Of the day

Of the day...

Of the day...

Of the day...