No, I don’t live – I stay aside
And I don’t know who decides
If I’m let to stay alive
Or I am one who’ll die tonight

It’s painful, but I’m used to bear
Hundreds of eyes… they only stare
They stare waiting and they trust
Believe that soon I will give up

They’re like a flock of carrion-crows
They’re just reveling in my cross
But what can I against them all?
Can I keep on being so strong?

I am forsaken, want to die
I’m left alone. Here is too dark!
My heart was broken long ago
And now I’m burying my soul


Just two days later it was found
He died alone without a sound
And now they’re saying: “Poor boy”
Don’t want to know it’s their fault

The funeral: priest stays alone
His buried body and killed soul
They won’t rest in peace for long
But no one cares any more