The wicked face of destiny I see it, like a bright spot Among the greyness of life We've made our own obstacles Just walls made of nonsense I beat them but they were silent
I'm a prisoner of my own feelings I'm tied up with my end
You don't step on the throat of the abyss That rots from the inside
The most frightful thing to me Is when the time runs out But i still keep the words That should have been pronounced Long ago Reasons are decreasing While the pressure's increasing