I'm standing on the road, on the road of no end.
My life liks through my fingers, liks like a sand.
I'm here to cry, to cry the tears of blood.
The tears of suicide, sorrow, I've got.
I'm here alone, just listning to rain.
The rain told me a story, a story of pain.
"When You are alone in a big noisy crowd.
This is the way, the death wins the round.
You hear the ring, the dream now is over..."
I am in the bed, but maybe I'm nowhere...
And now I'm screaming. I'm screaming for you:"
Life, do you hear?You Hear?Then fuck you!"