I lived alone,
I had all my time,
In summer, I went to the ocean
For when I am old,
Die decently
In winter, I worked for money
Eyes closed, wind paradise
I dreamed in the air
The morning in all newspapers,
Chisel, I change the new
And it was beautiful
But today,
The foot on the floor,
I see otherwise,
I speak and I lose,
Here is too large,
I could never,
Go Back
I want to hide,
I do not mean
The foot on the floor,
I see otherwise,
I speak and I lose,
Here is too large,
I could never,
Go Back
I want to hide,
I do not mean
I was party
I had no friends,
Yet, people everywhere loved me
I often cried out
Without knowing really
Finally, it was not important
I searched, the path from above
There was no
Newspapers announced the war
I wanted to cry
but the bottom can not
And today
The foot on the floor,
I see otherwise,
I can not silence me
And if my heart is great
I do not want to die, even decently
A force to suffer,
I became nasty
The foot on the floor,
I see otherwise,
I can not silence me
And if my heart is great
I do not want to die, even decently
A force to suffer,
I became nasty