The autumn comes back to my internal world
I'm defeated by the life
Each dawn awakes with the same tortuous feeling
The same bitter swallow

I want to live no more
With grief in my veins, without hope

I don't know if you can understand me
If you can help me
Regrettably your ambitious advice doesn't help me
Because it's in my blood

The fields of my rest
My grievous redemption
On thorns I will lay numb
I draw a relieving smile while I bleed

Love wasn't enough
It's been tainted by pain
Colours have turned into grey
My farewell tastes like resurrection

My days are cloudy, by this almighty depression
Like a latent eclipse
Condemned in my own essence, immune to the happiness
I'm blessed by death.