Waking up before the sun and holding breath until night
Living with a broken rhythm, godless and homeless
Walking days so low, with a gall in your chest
Stopping while the world turns
Living while friends die
Alas, they say stop and die to such a man

Crawling wherever you went wrong in life
Suicide with the bullet of the escaped prey
Desires inside the dead child
Falling autumns in a hurry, springs coming with their wounds
No, dying without rhyme and shroud, my love
That suits such a man

Losing everything and everyone to begin
Far from flowers and angels
Running arm in arm with the devil on the road to heaven
Neither with grace, my love, nor with anger
We will go in the silence of a dead star
And no, the gates of heaven will not open to such a man

The snowdrop that sees its sun, the nightingale in the ***** of its rose
And we, tired and destitute at his gate
We will ask him my love
Why did you carve us out of the photo, why did you drag us into the ground
He will look down from above us, and still not love us
As you know, such a man cannot be answered
And one cannot die
Just like a servant