Ote [English translation]

A small and gentle grip

A small and gentle grip

If I someday come to your door with a present, smiling, then there's a piece of my brain there

'Cause I guess it would be the bliss of Heaven if I wouldn't get those thinking problems

I'm wondering which picture of me will they put behind the candle

Because finding that kind of cheerful photo of me will be challenging

I am already on the grip, hooked in cold rust

A hole in my cheek

(I don't even exist)

I fell from the palm of God already as a 4-year-old

(And I need a hook to hang on)

A small and gentle grip

A small and gentle grip

That's all

It was like yesterday when you sat on the edge of my bed in knickers and I looked at you

You were smiling perfectly and I believed that dreams can come true

It was my impression of Heaven and I guess I am still searching for it here

I have a bag of some cheering powder and I thought to take the whole set

And I just want to stab to death

The guy with whom you are

(I don't even exist)

I fell from the palm of God already as a 4-year-old

(But I got a hook to hang on)

I'll take it. No, you won't.

A small and gentle grip

A small and gentle grip

That's all

This has never felt like real city, but just a pile of houses

And neighbors have never felt close to me, there aren't even any lights there

A man in place, I am a man in place

That's all