Оригинален текст
let go of me
im just something
annual, annual
without any doubt
i was something
menstrual, menstrual
someone
some game
to play in the way
i thought you arose
from a dream
like a miracle, a miracle
and someone passed away
in my life i am
cynical, cynical
one day
too late
youll stop and see
the meaning of loss you lost
the meaning of all your ghosts
the meaning of all those miracles
without any doubt
i accept
i was seasonal, seasonal