Black Winter Day

This is how the lucky feel How the blessed men think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like the dark night in autumn But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? This is how the lucky feel How the blessed men think Like a daybreak in spring Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day This is how the lucky feel How the blessed men think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day Not darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night A black winter day