Thousands of days I waited, for my day to be brighter,
Stood up clueless, on when to stop this matter
Days were spent dreaming of you and I, painting together
Picking up stones as we walk though the rocky shore of the river.
Summer ended and winter gently came in,
Draftiness broke and penetrated the warm that ran on my veins
Oh! Frosty breezes had reached my thirsty heart
And with tyranny took all the enthusiasm to wait.