The days go by I'm still here Waiting for something that left No one predicted to me to me Only things move by themselves Every night in my dreams, in my dreams I tried to cut through the crap I've tried not to cry, not to cry I tried to cut through the crap Ay, ay, ay, ay, I can't stan anymore! Ay, ay, ay, ay, I can't stan anymore! This is not a deep wound Neither problem of a schoolboy No one predicted to me, to me Only things move by themselves Now it's hard to keep to keep Plus, you lost your hold on me. Try not to cry, not to cry Try cut through the crap. Ay, ay, ay, ay, Can you stand it a little more? Ay, ay, ay, ay, Can you stand it a little more?