It's raining in the streets...and in my head,
And nobody could stop the falling rain...
I can't fight anymore with all this pain...
I cannot even think - my thoughts are dead -
But where in this world could I complain...?

The wind blows in the park...and in my life...
I wanna live, I wanna love...but how...?
I don`t know what is happening right now...
I wonder: do we have a fate? Somehow...
And what is fate? A double bladed knife...?

It's snowing in the town...and in my soul...
I think that everything is done for me -
She's gone - and there's nothing else I see...
But, do have a heart? No, just a hole...
Why can't I die? Why do I have to be...?