Invert all my mind,
Reflect my broken glance,
 [bad word] all my plaintive words
And eat my ire

In this world of frozen silence,
Where no lifes and where no deaths,
I was born and my essence
Was doomed to exist the aeons

All that I can - watch lucky faces,
Watch they cheerful shining smiles.
Endless envy devour my senses
Through this unmoved [bad word] glass

I can see how they try to suffer,
But their suffering is [bad word] 
You are hateful lucky [bad word] 
Born to torment me in my trap

Oh, sweetie depth...

In this world of frozen silence,
Where no hopes and where no tears,
I was born and my decaying thoughts
Will not bring me desired death

Oh, pretty depth...

I was doomed to exist the aeons
And nothing will bring me desired death.