This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel in my gloomy depths? This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man 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 man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day No darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night A black winter day
