• It´s such a strange feeling
    when even a little is enough
    in the silence you hear a whistling
    and in the devil you see a seraph

    one snowflake causes an avalanche
    and one note is a symphony
    suddenly the black is blanched
    but tommorow isn´t guaranteed

    Then cames that sweet misery
    and I can feel the pain
    but even the pain is good
    and I´ll never be the same

    You don´t know but you´ve changed me a lot
    I hope I let just a little mark on you
    ´cos sometimes even a little is enough
    and when you will start your life anew
    instead of breeze you will feel the hurricane
    and the sweet misery will start again...