Never my life will not keep cool, I live in fear before my death. The death everywhere, It surrounds us. Who is the next? possibly I?
My soul burns, pain engulfs me, My life goes out in my eyes. Do you feel it? Here my last breathing And I give it to you.
Here I stand without a faith and without the drop of hope. Full of regret, Without some force to move these walls
It is needed two, to cause the thunder, And only one to cause the rain. Two - to pull all to many pieces, the one - to suffer from his pain. Two - to prang the dreams, the one - to lose everything. And all, that was at once Will turn around in the ash,
I am the last, who can release all my life. And I have chosen this way again, among the shades of our ancestors, I feel the fear, and I walk ahead, forgetting everything. I don’t look back, only forward without every hope. What does expect me there? Say me, what?
I’m only that who is created for a grief, And never for a love. My soul is doomed to suffer, To burn and to be ill Only my fear rescues me, Distracting from a frightful pain, That wears out me little by little In the dark and cruel world.