Sometimes it seems that everything is bad,
Sometimes some people make us really sad,
But life is going straight of line
And only death makes things divine.
We need our grave as much as peace,
Our fear burns out in us at least
And we begin to leave in death,
So our life has no progress.
Love's dead and only pain
Exists in people all the way,
So only emptiness inside
Takes place of love in our mind.