Usch alltså, hela huvudet känns som det är uppstoppat med bomull och näsan rinner. Våren är mycket trevlig framtills att pollensäsongen också inträder. Idag är det fest men jag har mest lust att krypa under täcket och sova. :P Men det är bara att bita ihop och försöka pallra sig dit ändå :)
Detta är en av de finaste sånger jag vet btw:

 

"The Child of Silent Winter"

Every morning I walk a familiar path
Getting lost, the snow always covers my trail.
Every night I arrive to my doorstep,
With the little match girl I warm my hand.

The ocean is now without a shore,
The child of silent winter wanders on.
Only the rain of the earth follows
When he disappears into the silence.

You were the child of the first snow in me,
Too beautiful to share my world.
I lived my sorrow, made it my beloved:
A warm memory in my dream in the heart of the night.

With someone else's mouth I sing my songs,
 My everything I carry to the grave of the cradles.
 I melt the coldness, guard myself and await.

 I wish I could someday wake up to something else
Than to the shame pierced by a mirror.
God's creation without a cover.
The unfrozen earth awaits the drowning child.

The ocean is now without a shore,
The child of silent winter wanders on.
Only the rain of the earth follows
When he disappears into the silence.

The ocean is now without a shore,
The child of silent winter wanders on.

The search for my heaven ended with gold and tears.