Paroles de In the winter

In the winter The driver* has sorrow in the bag under the seat I'm a little too late and rash / hasty In the winter In the cabin You can sit on cushions of stiff brocade Or curl up on the tiny floor In the winter The darkness falls upon windows and lips The animals out there are gasping for breath There is one I search In the winter And maybe I have given up Even before I set out But maybe I was kind of driven By too many sleepless nights By the crazy restlessness that never quite disappears In the winter All quiet Trying to keep the night away Even though it's too late I so much wanted you to be proud of me In the winter