I decided that I won't stay
I won't light myself up but I'll burn
If I'll be in a island
The tide will comfort me
Everything seems to be stronger
When you don't have a master plan1
And the time of a clock doesn't pass
If I tear the photography distractedly
There is neither taste nor fear
In the heart of those who don't have one
And I will try
The taste of another 'no'
I will wait, then convincing me
That hate can also go well
If it's you, oh oh
I won't say whose guilt it is
Those who don't have it remain blind
I've stolen the pieces of a book
You didn't pay those who died
And feeling that you had been discovered, alone
I will no longer be the protagonist
If it were me, I'll never drink, never
I'll lose my reality
You'll be the melancholic spectator
The taste of another 'no'
I will wait, then convincing me
That hate can also go well
If it's you, oh oh
I won't say whose guilt it is
Those who don't have it always grow a little bit
1. A plan giving comprehensive guidance or instruction