What pleasure is not to go on watching The flames that cremate bodies every day All my fears are seen in you I watch them like in a mirror To grow in me every moment
Look at here and you will cry I am more and more nervous I have got a dark feeling to you, dammed!
Cryings which are heard at dawn The wind makes them remain to i never forget That i am dead That we are dead And we will die in your eyes, dammed!
Children are a grey cloak And as come from the heaven Torn apart, their faces are a symbol of sadness I am dead We are dead And we will die in your eyes, dammed!
Please, come with me I need you save me!
Nothing has changed I have shouted him a suffering He has not heard me I am drying myself crazy My friends are not I do not want you heard! I have got a dark feeling to you, dammed!