Spring

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