If tomorrow I'll be dead, would anyone cry for me today?
I do not expect your grief, because my soul is just as poisoned as yours
My flesh is filled with hatred for everyone around
And no one sees my sympathy to the outside rotten world
Autumn rain pierces my skin
I bleed to death
From my eternal wounds of the body
Causing to forget the wounds of heart
Crumbs of your l*** left in my body
Your moans are still heard in my ears
These are not the feelings about which we write poems
I sit my love? This is face of pain, slavery
Don't look at me, you will be hard to awake
Walk with me under cover of night
Feel sorrow disabled grey crowd
Perhaps you can understand me for a second
All in this world is outlying
Discard everything that does not matter
And give true senses
So who is really dear to you
Your imperceptions is my suffering
So I walk with my sorrow of loneliness
Until someone will give me a hand
I do not expect your grief, because my soul is just as poisoned as yours
My flesh is filled with hatred for everyone around
And no one sees my sympathy to the outside rotten world
Autumn rain pierces my skin
I bleed to death
From my eternal wounds of the body
Causing to forget the wounds of heart
Crumbs of your l*** left in my body
Your moans are still heard in my ears
These are not the feelings about which we write poems
I sit my love? This is face of pain, slavery
Don't look at me, you will be hard to awake
Walk with me under cover of night
Feel sorrow disabled grey crowd
Perhaps you can understand me for a second
All in this world is outlying
Discard everything that does not matter
And give true senses
So who is really dear to you
Your imperceptions is my suffering
So I walk with my sorrow of loneliness
Until someone will give me a hand