There’s a picture on the wall with a sad boy doing nothing at all  There he stands, so all alone, doing nothing, oh  In the winter, he'll be alive if the painter will stop wasting time  In his naked eyes one could see all the sorrow, oh  Standing in the wood gazing at the trees, looks so fragile  In the winter, he’ll be alive, wake up painter! Come draw a line  Sorry girl, I left you alone, im a sad boy, wont harm you at all  Stay with me, its much nicer here, we will fly on the back of a sound  On the back of a sound