5,4,3,2,1 [English translation]

The last five years of my life are so empty

The four demons in me are drifting me

At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living

Withing two inches to relive

Just one last memory

Our hands wedge on the wall of the window

Our hearts beat but mine is going faster

My hand is sweaty between my fingers yours slips

My look is sad yours is an eclipse

Oh, we don't care about the others

Don't play with my heart of you're skillful with words

Your lips I like the taste but comes out can be false

The poison is so soft I'm not tired of the fix

Eh, yah, yeah

Speak to me of real things

Spare me your stories

I don't like when I apologize

I don't like that much my mirror

No needs to remind me my flaws

The night I fall asleep with a lot of aches

The last five years of my life are so empty

The four demons in me are drifting me

At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living

Withing two inches to relive

Just one last memory

Our hands wedge on the wall of the window

Our hearts beat but mine is going faster

My hand is sweaty between my fingers yours slips

My look is sad yours is an eclipse

In beautiful places I take you to

You feed hope and soon after you take it off from me

I always got troubles to not have obsession

It's not better during drunkenness, there are urges hurting me

I would like to loose, break what's chaining me

Incapable to live attached to everything that slowing me down

Despondency yah ah ah ah

Oh yeah it's blocking me yah ah ah ah ( it's blocking me)

Despondency yah ah ah ah

I don't know where you are anymore (you are)

The last five years of my life are so empty

The four demons in me are drifting me

At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living

Withing two inches to relive

Just one last memory

Our hands wedge on the wall of the window

Our hearts beat but mine is going faster

My hand is sweaty between my fingers yours slips

My look is sad yours is an eclipse

Yeah, yours is an eclipse

Yeah, eh

Euh, it's Tsew The Kid

The last five years of my life are so empty

The four demons in me are drifting me

At three millimeters from your lips I'm feeling like living

Withing two inches to relive

Just one last memory