My love decrease. My heart that weeps. The years, they used me up, Left their mark on my skin. And now I'm old, unfulfilled, So why should i go? My youth - a long gone day. The mood has passed away. I guess there's nothing left but a waste of different moments in my head. I cannot feel how strong my love is, I cannot feel who are you. I am born for burning, bury me again. I cannot feel how strong my heart is, I cannot feel how sickness grows. I am born for burning, bury me, bury me down.