Febrero Songtext
von Vacabou

Grey sun on red fields
White the sky
Soft wind
Airing the laundry
And my hair
And everything


Nothing could stop it
When one day
Somehow
Our secret room wants
To be clear
And visible
Invisible

My skin can′t feel
How the black wind
Loads my name
To balance
My present against
What I dread

I know that I have spent my whole life
Pretending being like what I won't be
And regretting all that I never did