| Looking outside my window |
| The day turns grey and cold |
| A chill that slides in on the air |
| And cuts me to my soul |
| Soul |
| It’s drilling like a steel grey spike |
| (Yeah) |
| Holds me in its hands |
| Shakes my very mind and heart |
| As it sweeps across this land |
| Land |
| Yeah ohh |
| Yeah ohh |
| Like crystal ice whose cauterant burn |
| Will leave you with its mark |
| An evil spirit has no eyes will |
| Turn your world dark |
| Dark |
| Yeah ohh |
| Yeah ohh |
| My soul leads me to the door |
| Of the place I’ve been before |
| Many years have cracked the walls |
| Of the fresco-painted halls |
| My voice calls into the night |
| Feterera my petenera |
| But she’s nowhere to be found |
| Just some words scratched on the ground |
| La luna es un poco chico |
| Las flores no valen nada |
| Lo que valen son |
| Tus brazos cuando de noche me abrazan |
| Lo que valen son |
| Tus brazos cuando de noche me abrazan |
| Yeah ohh |
| Yeah ohh |
| Looking outside my window |
| The day turns grey and cold |
| A chill that slides in on the air |
| And cuts me to my soul |
| Soul |
| It’s drilling like a steel grey spike |
| (Yeah) |
| Holds me in its hands |
| Shakes my very mind and heart |
| As it sweeps across this land |
| Land |
| Yeah ohh |
| Yeah ohh |
| Aaahh aaahh |
| And so I fight |
| (Aaahh) |
| To end this bitter cold |
| (Aaahh) |
| Can I lose sight |
| (Aaahh) |
| Of all that is dear I hold |
| (Aaahh) |