Hands dropped, on my knees
I bury my vim in the ground
Suffocate in false shadow
And languid fear-I won't live

My will besieged-to blunt my senses
Endowed with wild passion
Deprived of naivet'e
Being touched by pure anger

I'm tied with vanity
Leaving all
Memories, love-my sister
Of which I'm sick there

Wise tale of hackneyed phrases
Trace of dimmed offence
Without a backward glance
I leave the world of other's

Imperishable bottom tired me out
Weak-will dropped down
Blindly they read from above
Missing all between the lines

Sink in phantom heights
Forgive my sins
Those, which I won't regret
I'm seeing through our days

Render lifeless, gorging
Hoping for idleness, copulating with
Vainness
Touching firmness

Joining rebelliousness
Bending under hope
Fall asleep in dream's hands
Do not trick myself again