Like in a shallow grave
My faith is situated
I hope that my misses
Can hear my breathing
The nights with the glass
On the window pane
Voice like a wind
Unnatural look
I'm trying not to freeze in a snow
To love and to be loved
Breath for dead
Breath for dead
Breath for dead
Like in a shallow grave
My faith is situated
I hope that my misses
Can hear my breathing
The nights with the glass
On the window pane
Breath for dead
Breath for dead
Breath for dead
It's like a fate, a circle without symbol
Never ending suffering, suffering
Treachery for a, for a soul
Like a verdict of death, of death
Breath, breath for dead
Breath for dead
Breath for dead, dead
Death, it's like a fate
It's like a fate
It's like a fate
It's like a fate