Eyes of Grief

Sometimes I don't wanna live
I wish to escape from the real
I look upon things as though I'm taking my last leave
Just imagine how I feel

Sometimes I think I'm gonna die
From sobs I'm out of breath
When everything around is goddamn lie
When all is empty, when all is deaf

She comes without being called
She spreads her veil of black lace
And over me she has her horrid hold
Her pleasure - tears on my face

Her exultant air when she looks at me
She is always ready to deceive
Oh, she adores when I am plunging into misery
And I have to gaze into the blind eyes of my grief

Sometimes I don't wanna live
I bare my wrists and I take a knife
I wanna die, escape from the real
And every time I say: "To hell with life!"