Three trees appeared on the hill
Three shadows moving in the wind...

Walking down the bank
Sun shining in the distance...

Looking through the trees
You see...

It was a lonely end of December
On the destroyed fire burned the embers...

Everyday I wake up to the same sky
Wishing one day those clouds will pass by...

I got all my friends
And I have to let this world make some amends...

On a Dark, Dreary Day
I look out of the glistening window...

When you're too tired to sleep
And Autumn becomes Winter...

From North to South
And East to West...

Sliding down a bannister
Falling down the stairs...

It's four o'clock on Friday morning
The snow is falling softly, covering the street...

Running from the shells
Glimpses of my unlucky comrades...