Sometimes I believe it's better
To die in many sensations, deep and contrary
Sitting, with my head and my hands
I prefer to sleep
Is a temporary…

Refrain
Way, way, way to die
My ideas turn into paranoid(2x)

My childhood, passed away
I'm sad so alone, I miss the happiness
And green days
I am sad in me, I'm sad like a tear, in a deep silence

Refrain

Way, way, way to die
My ideas turn into paranoid

Oh, way mine, oh mine, way mine.

Sometimes I believe it's better
To die in many sensations, deep and contrary