You think that you live, but actually you exist You think that all is good, but actually you live as in a mist Earlier you didn't think of death, but now you know that is necessary Yesterday you were happy, but today you do not wish to be Your life is out of control
You never thought that all will so badly end You like to live in the past, to think of the future, but you’re Suffering in the present Now you wish to die simply, to feel no terrible torments Die easy because you don't have either relatives, or friends
You must stop, it's too late Your life is desolate You can't escape from death Make now your last breaths