Snow falls,
makes me think about time
And I belong
to the ones that prefer being sad,
sad… sad…
As my grandmother said,
enjoy your hole life
'cause I rather walk on a cat’s path
than ride on waves,
ride on waves… ride on waves…
'cause to gaze a territory
is not an easy work for me
'cause it seems I’m colorblind sometimes
and I can’t see anything in the dark,
in the dark… in the dark…
in the dark… in the dark…
and stars won’t be
a guide for me
don’t understand what they mean
I just look at the brightness
as I walk on a cat’s path
on a cat’s path…
on a cat’s path…
on a cat’s path…