I bleed - the blade's been sharpened
The wounds have been cut deep
Whilst thou weavest thy carpet
And lests the heavens weep
Discouraged hearts thou makest
Bringest the wretches woe
And those that thou forsakest
In thee have found a foe
Tristesse consumes the lands - grey!
Thou paintest life on earth
And those thou hast consumed, pray:
O give to winter birth!
Discouraged hearts thou makest
Bringest the wretches woe
And those that thou forsakest
In thee have found a foe