באוויר [ba Avir] [English translation]

Life is a surprise

Like a game of dice

He has money, but no home

Only you, and the powder

He walks through the alleys

Punctured from the stab wounds

He pays the price

He's hanging in the air

In the air... in the air... in the air...

Disconnected from everything

Searching for, but without finding a chance

From morning to evening

It's always the same torment

With red eyes

Between lines and streaks (1)

Without a feeling, without remorse

He's lost every sense of feeling

In the air... in the air... in the air...