I'm tired of this deciet,
Red wine making this stain...

I sing a song,
A song of life...

They tell you you're beautiful.
They say you;re the only one...

I thought I had escaped,
The buried ruins from the past...

I come right into this world,
Into your insubstantial arms...

You're revolting words
Thrown at my face...

It's dark now,
I can't see anymore...