Like a moth in the candle's flame;
Like a file without a name;
Like a child without its youth
I am dying without you.

Like a cloud on a sunny day;
Like bad ham in a good play;
Like a rock in the endless sea
I am one too many here.

Like a mosquito to be killed;
Like a madman killing kids;
Like a fascist with a bomb;
Just like waste, I must be gone.