A Little Boy In GloomMoss on the stonecovered the wallas a rumor spread around townLoss of the soulmakes a hollowwhen the summer days are overDo you remember our kingdomThis is a kind of burnout syndromeThe morning sun is searching for your nestA little little little boylittle little little boyin gloomSo many stains have been shedHe will remain on his bedMold on the stonecovered the flooras a rumor spread around townAll the demonsdig their burrowssay the summer days are overCan you understand our freedomThis is a kind of burnout syndromeThe evening sun is searching for your nestA little little little boylittle little little boyin gloomSo many pains passed awayHe will remain on his bed