In the searching for life
In the reading of death
In the searhing for life
In the readiness
To die
Looking for myself
And I must
Find myself in you
Before I
Die in open air
Not far from
You and your belief
In this belief
There’s no pain
There’s no agony
In this favour
There’s no fear
There’s no regrets
But I have fever
Again and again
Everyday, everywhere
In those refrains
There’s no dream
There’s no fairy-tale…
I dream of you…
And I hate… You…