Now I see my body lying dead
 With a trace of bullet throuth my head
 No more bleeding, no more breath
 Now my face is a mask of death
 But I'm still near
 Is it good or bad?

 All I ever have done were mortal sins
 Whisky, women, blood and all those things
 Fiends from [bad word] [bad word] for me
 But there's no one else around
 I am left alone
 What's wrong?

 I'm dead but not gone...
 I'm dead but not gone...
 I'm dead but not gone...
 I'm a ghost!!!

 Nothing stops me I can walk where I like
 I can go through walls and I can fly
 No one sees me, no one hears
 No one feels that I'm near
 Now I'm gonna find
 My killer.

 Found that man but my revenge has failed
 I can't even scratch him with my nail
 I'm less dangerous than the air
 I'm here but I'm just nowhere
 To my killer I can do
 No harm.

 God or Satan you must let me out
 I'm surrounded with indifferent crowd
 It's a kind of prison cell
 I am in my personal [bad word]  My soul is lost in the world
 Of alive.