I refuse to play my role 
In this badly written play 
Cut my strings 
And step down in silence 
From the stage that gathered 
The characters of my life 
Became too small, became [bad word] 

If you count my failures 
big blank wall 
Will be filled with numbers 
And the wall of my victories 
Not a single trace 
Like a soil covered in frozen rain 

Again the winter has won 

Descenting snow and ice will burn 
My skin pale as the landscape 
Already cold