Don't torture me like this, oh my life,
Have mercy on my crumbling stature,
The towering height has now bent,
More than a lot it has dwarfed me,
I have gotten dizzy on the descent,
The load of expectations defeated me,
Don't you remember these hands,
Tinier they had been so cute,
Oh mother, oh father, oh,
Oh, I am so tired now,
Hold me in your arms,
Lest I fall into the oblivion.