The night is cold today
My hands are warm in my pocker
Again, the wind blows my cigarette
I drink my last glass of wine
And now... Im decided
I agreed... darkness will take me down
Rope in my hand... and the chair on the ground
I wrote this note for you my old love
Listen to me... go fast away from here
I can not lose anything else
They are after me, they want my death
(Dead men do not suffer)
Across the fields, now
I will see our son
Whose opening the door
I hear your screams
My feet are not on the floor
I feel my vision bluring now
This is my time
Im falling down
Death, please take my hand
Show me your other lands...
Please, take my hand
Show me your other lands
Dead men do not suffer
I feel my vision bluring now
This is my time
Im falling down