I often wished Being sick for a whole season All winter I often wished Being sick for a whole season In a dark cellar, a closed cellar I walked in As a kid I always look back at it I often wished Being sick for a whole season In a dark room That grate where the light dripps Always look back at it, always look back at it Always look back at it Always look back at it... And slowly returns the spring Recovered amazed and fresh You filled up yourself With childish gratitude For the sun Because you are So necessary and crucial Once in a life bеcause you are So necеssary and crucial A fairy spring stored so much light In your chest, so much brightness That you'll turn golden All days to come Just as that ancient yard Where the sunset tears apart And my throat becomes a crying stone Just as that ancient yard Where the sunset tears apart...