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