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