In the end of winter's night
I found the reason why
Life is short and full of lie,
And only fools don't die.

It is so hard to understand,
I don't want to pretend;
Our world is full of men
Who do not give a hand
When someone needs,
When someone bleeds.
Now you can see:
Life's cruel disease.

Under sun of million years
We're burning like the fleas;
We're in love with our fears,
We thrill like autumn leaves.

In the end of winter's night
I've lost the sense of life;
Do we live or do we die?
It's just the waste of time.