Three persons have occupied certain slots of my mind for 
some time now
Sometimes my stomach hurts
I want them to disappear
Or at least move on to the not so present slots
Oh, my body is so, so empty
My heart has drained of all its competence
Woke up too early this time
It's finally winter, but no snow
And I can't even touch my heart
Let go of all restrictions
Empty catering lounge and a  building
Let go of all restrictions

Finally home, turn outside
Sick of winter inside
It's all a blur to me, a blur to me
It's filled out, conquered (ELLER)

It's finally winter, but no snow
Silk around the heart
Let go of all restrictions