Hey, little boy, why are you laughing?

Can't you see, the wind is crying.

Shadows soaked in salty tears of rainy storms

Wide wicked smile, wide wicked eyes

Stop screaming in my ear, I can hear you loud and clear

But what do you do, when all you see is darkness in the end?

Sharping my knife, today it'll be snowing red

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow it will be white once again.