All rivers are dried, nights are cold.
I`m going home with grim heart.
And everything I have loved 
just felt apart. I am lost.
But I`m alive, I breathe
and I`m still in search...

...and everybody hears,
and everybody laughs at me.
In spite of this
I [bad word] to the place
where stars shine bright,
air is frosty, clouds are softer
than your lips, happiness.
My happiness, happiness but

You can forget me, 
you can throw me away.
I am unhugged, I am dead.