Turning to the right; turning to the left -
I can't even find road out of this hell.
Suddenly I see - I see your pretty face.
Today I can believe - I'm fallen from the grace.
Dark forces on my way hinder me again;
I have no words to say how long I felt the pain.
Tomorrow never comes to my dirty soul
I think it is not fun, and now I'm gonna fall.
I still remember you... and your pretty face,
But I feel something new; I see you in black lace.
I know tomorrow's dead; and we are all dead too.
I realize it's bad, but nothing I can do.
Feel the thunderstorm!
Lightning breaks the stones,
Fire burns my bones!
See the thunderstorm!
Rain destroys my home,
Water floods my soul.}