I'm a lowlife, I suffer
I'm worse from the troubles of the heart
Oh, I drink from my thoughts
I fret, I fret
Ungrateful mankind
With eyes never full, never prosper
To not trust is to not love
Listen up to this lowlife
Who cannot be without love, you cannot curse
You cannot pound the knees
To not trust is to not love
The heart is a blind eye that cannot see
I burn like a candle throughout the nights
I search for myself, like a blind well
I search the right, where it is
I ask myself about the lost people