It is close now it has been creeping around
Playing from above to under the ground.
Soon it will be everywhere and stay
And you will be feeling it every day.
Everything stops and silence will be here
Slowly all the beauty will disappear
Some of it is send to sleep by its poisonous song
And the rest of it have fleet away and is long gone
Its heart is cold and its color is gray
and it will first fade away to the end of may
Every feeling that is good you lack
