The shade and the torment Dogged feelings. The fear of the world The cry of man Leisure. The dullness of the empty days In our own consciousness. Regrets as worms Pride in the soul. Now! The disenchantment of the Earth Just a few tears Just a few pale lights. In winter Fog in the house The wind is the Master. The monotonous sounds of the rain The frantic laugh of the children playing at home The moaning regret of a ding old man Just a few heavy breaths in the houses In winter. The dullness of the empty days In our own consciousness. In winter Fog in the house The wind is the Master.