elim tetikte [English translation]

My hand is on the trigger.

Lone wolfs in the city.

What is in my coffee?

The fogs had fallen on me

I am on my way, who will catch, will throw, will shoot me?

I am spinning just like how tumble pigeons spin back to the same.

I am spinning

All the city under me

Crumbling in my hand

I am spinning, my heart is in the middle

Spinning

Blue night wanders and sleeps on my wings

My hand is on trigger

While you are sleeping inside.

Knowing this truth was good

I am having delusions, it is making itself a home here.

Want to leave myself to the slopes

I wish i hadn't died for the sake of love

I wish sun would rise up to my hair

It would be great if I make it to the morning

My hand is on the trigger