I stand at a cold old window. 
 On empty streets pours a rain. 
 The emptiness in my heart gives rise to a wild pain. 
 But now is does not matter.

 Does not matter that I hope and I want love.
 Does not matter that my hopes doomed on [bad word] 

 I always look in my reflection in a mirror.
 It seems to me so lifeless...
 I on the way to suicide...

 Last time I stand at a cold old window. An empty street as if my heart....

 Nobody can keep me alive. 
 Too late for excuses.