Sittin all alone in my dark room
Please Let me know if tomorrow
There’s the sad end of the bloom
People coming, people dying
Flowers growing, flowers dying
My desire to burn, to live forever
Is just a lie that you’ve given me over
No fear of the painless feeling of death
Cuz living the Life will hurt me more
Than be dead in the free death
I hope I wont have to pay
Cuz I wont pay at all
cause I will build my wall
and design my own tomb
And die here all alone
In my dark room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem