Cold are the streets, cold is the air

Cold are the stares, wishing I was gone

Cruel are the winds, my feet aching,

I walk down the way of life

My heart sinks, I cannot breathe

My head spins, my steps falter

My hands shake, my tongue is tied

I walk on, step by step, towards death

Death is a way out, life is a witness

I want to mourn my love for you, t

he pain to stab me a thousand times a day

The torture, cutting me up all over

Life I deserve not, miserable creature that I am

Selfish, irascible, greedy, gluttonous — but  

I'll live — I'll give up my fortune and my kin

Living with beasts, in sackcloth and ashes

I hold my breath, hoping it to be the last

My tears have stopped flowing long since

I last saw you, walking away, never to come back

I am a linving dead, a zombie, a ghost

I can never wish ill for you

I pray for you, I wish you all the happiness

For your happiness will always force a smile

Through the clouds of despair

— Al Bulovar