I'm writing about it,
And very I afraid.
I hear at night death, death,
Scary. I want to sleep with my wife.
I'm tired of this pain in soul,
I'm tired of this world.
Answer why? I don't know.
Answer why? I feel this cold.
I'm hearing voices,
They tall me: "Saqo, Saqo".
What a night! Damn.
I see in my window.