| Song | In Low Spirits |
| Artist | Artrosis |
| Album | Melange |
| Neither night nor day will answer me | |
| New cares where each of them | |
| Has its own story | |
| There is something around me that attracts blue moments | |
| I have no illusions and | |
| I become the mist | |
| I fell apart | |
| To wing its way above dreams to find yourself | |
| Chilly rain blends tears with its drops of breath | |
| There is something around me that attracts blue moments | |
| I have no illusions and | |
| I become the mist | |
| I fell apart |