I don't feel like being depressed anymore
To settle in and to spare myself
I don't feel like the whining blues anymore
I am tired of the non-standing-up morning greeting
I'm pulling down the curtain
I feel lively again
I want to get out of my shell now
Was long enough a gray mouse
Spring comes in to me
Comes you free, from the pit, from the death certificate
Radiates all over my face
Light at last, gout over, and he speaks
Your salvation is approaching, narrow ridge, barbed wire, almost bloodbath
The winter was near, almost drew you under its spell, the dark delusion
Spring pull me on land now!
Spring please turn me on
I was deep down in myself
I almost felt like I was drowned
Thought it'd never pass
I felt like a rotten egg
But now it goes on
Without a black rider
I get to go for another spin
I am allowed to get up from my sickbed
Spring comes in to me
Comes you free, from the pit, from the death certificate
Radiates all over my face
Light at last, gout over, and he speaks
Your salvation is approaching, narrow ridge, barbed wire, almost bloodbath
The winter was near, almost drew you under its spell, the dark delusion
Spring, pull me on land now!
Spring, please turn me on