On the streets I was hanging.
I tried to picture one thing,
Thing of my future ambition.
In my world there was no tension.
They promised me an eternal peace.
But afterwards my mind lacked peace.
To the hell all of them I wished.
My life was hooked with anguish.
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(They tore) my heart became shaggy.
(They blocked) my mind blinded with malady.
(Destroyed) my fortune transformed nasty.
I was sufficed with my farm (cleared).
(Turned 't) road carried 'thank you daddy'.
(They seized) my orchard blazed with fire.
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Now I'm destined badly.
My mind has no place to rest.
My head loomed hardly.
My eyes dripping tears to chest.
God, to hell all of them because I'm cursed.
I'm with my mind full of doom.
I'm feeling different but this isn't the case.
Head sparking with beams of flames.
Heart quivering and mouth lacking taste.
Lakes of time in me are rather arid.
I believed in myself but still feeling doubts.
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Dear Lord, please forgive me,
Though they stole the sins of me.
There is no heaven to them not me.
I'm a vagabond but a fixture not slimy.
I'm full of tantrums, clemency lacks in me.
Contemplation, paradise them, hell me.
Before, I believed in them
But they didn't believe in me.
So now they should know that I 'believed in myself'.
