I look out,
Hanging from the edge...
My strength and fate
Are now so very far away...!
I go out
Intending to get drunk...
Not even then can I forget you:
Courage has abandoned me!
It's not a matter of pride
Or grief, or longing or agony within me!
Now that I have nothing left to call mine,
I still have the abyss...
Speak,
But only for a moment;
Your tongue is the blade
That slices my entrails...
Keep quiet,
You don't know what you're saying...
I'm starting to really feel the need
To caress my own bed...
I don't need to see your body
Spitting agony all over me!
Now that I have nothing left to call mine,
I still have the abyss...