Tell to me slightly about death What will be after we shall die? On other party someone alive Goes together, Goes together Our world such dirty and dark directly on heavens I want to depart I call you with me and take me apart I have my direction and my golden card I shall take a cord, you take the razor I'll go upward, and you'll go in bedroom I like suicide because soul is free Forget about all and follow me Look around we are dying Our parents will not cry, All of us wanted own paradise To die young can be better of life