You look with your clean cold [bad word] into dream.
Try to find the universe – this is what you need
Try to find there ourselves, explain the sense of life – 
We are both such egoists. Death is our love    
How long can  keep doing this, trying to explain
In you I have found myself. It’s never been the same…
We [bad word] for short time.    
The death – award for saint.   
Nasty feelings - games of mind,
But it is why we wait.

All time we burn ourselves,
We make mistakes,
Say – it is so important and
We want - we understand,
Alone won’t stand
But in the end it brings regret.

Rejecting love, I try to prove
Such egoist like me
This inexistence start improve
My life, but it`s just him

We must choose what is main      
After that we can’t turn back.     
For what we fight?                      
For what we live?                        
We don't know [bad word]                     
No,we can not see (it)