Be proud, love's in ruins, be proud of your work.
Let this bravery, this nobility stay with me and you go on with your life.
It sure ends, this captivity will let go of me too.
Calculate the punishment of this.
It doesn't know how to leave not does it give me my due.
I'm surrounded with traps, love is pain.
It doesn't understand of tears nor does it give you a solution.
Does it matter who said the last words?
It's not just my sorrow,
there are so many people lost in love.
Like everlasting loves,
like rebelling against apathy,
there was no other outcome observe but this,
that again anyone owning a heart is crying.