I still recollect, a time I now should neglect
A tale dimmed by a shade is what accompany my days
Now I shouldn't perceive those days as unbearable grief
'cause they flowed lightly so different from what it feels today
Years of weeks, weeks of days
Weeks of days, days of hours
Now I watch the world from this house that once was alive
Now so loudly silent, here my world begins
Now the seasons change, while I stay in this house
Now so loudly silent, here my world begins
Behind this window I see, other people living at ease
A world in which I would like to belong once again
Is there any light on my way, someone waiting for me?
Behind this glass I often question myself, oh, was it really worth it?