Don't tell me that you are not really alive
Oh how many dreams I'm having in this life
Sometimes I see the daylight, but prefer to look
Over its whitish borders, going with my eyes
Over the memory of it
Just a hazy memory, not even so nice
She was a completely drunk, was laying on the bed
That time I recognized the place surely better
Feeling distant even more
She went on asking me to hold her tight
Her skin was so warm
Then I pushed her head on the frozen gra**
While the first snowflakes were falling down
She suddenly turned to me with insane demon-eyes
She was feeling hurt and won
I let her go away
Flat with no warm rooms shone in those
Year's anguish, at night
When their mouths had been singing
With that voice
Their paralyzing voice
And when their screams
Became my music itself
So, where will you take me
Once I talk to you?
Take me away because it's too late
Now I'm getting better
I always laugh
Yes, I always laugh