| Song | So Cold |
| Artist | Spheric Universe Experience |
| Album | Spheric Univers Experience |
| The cold breath in this winter night | |
| Head in sky you see our satellite | |
| You'd like to be a bird for a flight | |
| And you want to share your thoughts with the light | |
| Without force, courage and ideas | |
| Across the bridge, you see her reflect | |
| And you wonder what it is | |
| She's the moon and you have to protect | |
| « As these boats which glide over the ocean | |
| Everynight, close to the sea, the moon gets under way | |
| And her brightness follows her, like a quiet net | |
| Where the blue stars gets caught one by one » | |
| So cold, into the sea | |
| The Sun chased by the Moon | |
| So cold, it's hard to be | |
| Alone this afternoon | |
| From here you see the moonlight | |
| Some people talk about the darkside | |
| Over there appears the earthlight | |
| But you'd rather discover hidden side | |
| « It was, in a brownnight | |
| On the yellowed steeple | |
| The Moon | |
| Like a dot on an i » | |
| So cold, into the sea | |
| The Sun chased by the Moon | |
| So cold, it's hard to be | |
| Alone this afternoon . |
| The cold breath in this winter night | |
| Head in sky you see our satellite | |
| You' d like to be a bird for a flight | |
| And you want to share your thoughts with the light | |
| Without force, courage and ideas | |
| Across the bridge, you see her reflect | |
| And you wonder what it is | |
| She' s the moon and you have to protect | |
| nbsp As these boats which glide over the ocean | |
| Everynight, close to the sea, the moon gets under way | |
| And her brightness follows her, like a quiet net | |
| Where the blue stars gets caught one by one nbsp | |
| So cold, into the sea | |
| The Sun chased by the Moon | |
| So cold, it' s hard to be | |
| Alone this afternoon | |
| From here you see the moonlight | |
| Some people talk about the darkside | |
| Over there appears the earthlight | |
| But you' d rather discover hidden side | |
| nbsp It was, in a brownnight | |
| On the yellowed steeple | |
| The Moon | |
| Like a dot on an i nbsp | |
| So cold, into the sea | |
| The Sun chased by the Moon | |
| So cold, it' s hard to be | |
| Alone this afternoon . |