• No strength left, no feeling of pain
    Soul eaten by grief, such as by larva of moth
    Everything’s driven into an abyss, not for the first time
    Friendly words don’t mean a thing
    Everything’s given, lost or sold to someone
    And the bleeding heart is served for dinner
    There’s only dirt left in the dept of your pockets
    And some kind of feeling, something like hope

    She hears footsteps, fading and fading
    He’s become a crane again, and will live somewhere above
    No more waiting for him, she forgave and she's crying
    And her stupid friend feeds her hope in vain
    Time fades away and naive lie
    Measures its knife to its left wrist
    Hope was, and always vain it remains
    A sticky red liquid, spilling drops on the ground

    You’re primordially alone, even if a friend is there
    He won’t see all the trouble on the palm of your hands
    He won’t be brave for you, if you're struck dumb
    And won’t be able to say, the words you intended
    He can only help, if something’s not right
    When an endless darkness covers your eyes
    When tears divide your face in three equal parts
    And there’s no hope left for yourself
    Hope is a self-delusion, but it’s all that we’ve got
    From hand to hand it goes, selling its honor
    That lying creature, throws dust in your eyes
    Disappearing at the moment when it’s needed the most
    Go away and come back, it will many times
    Always keeping the cherished diamond at a distance
    Without hope I am killed, shot through by grief
    Because I was hoping; I wasn't certain