Heat full of pain in my throut And the look is freezing Lock the cage, where is locked Fire, soul and cheating You‘d create me and model myself From the evil and goodness Make it again – again if you can Same what you keep in foolness Everything is done already Will flow down, ahead Everything, what is not ready It might be too late If I could see me in opposite way While I‘m sitting alone In silence, or sound, I don‘t care, it‘s OK Please leave my soul alone Everything is done already Will flow down, ahead Everything, what is not ready It might be too late