The night, it pours in And it's empty again It's reeking of sin With a perfume of violets, with a perfume of violets The angel-less air Filled with smoke of despair Afraid that nobody cares And I cannot find a comfort And I cannot find a comfort And the night, it pours in And it's empty again And it's reeking of sin And with a perfume of violets, with a perfume of violets The angel-less air Filled with smoke of despair Afraid that nobody cares And I cannot find a comfort And I cannot find a comfort In the angel-less air In the angel-less air In the angel-less air In the angel-less air