I hear laughter behind the door
I know your laugh my darling I know you
Who cares about an old half loony
With no pride kneeling behind a door
Can you smell the breath of a dying dog
Behind the door poisoned in agony
Yesterday I was at home
The locks are already changed
Who care about a dog with no collar
Who cares about that
Who cares about that
Who cares about me
Can you hear the song
Tripping from my lips
Like a dying alcoholic
Staggering in a cemetery
Searching for his bed
There, where there are no names
Who cares about that
Who cares about that
Who cares about me
And I’m dying
All alone I’m dying
Behind your I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying
I stick my muzzle under the door
I try to smell my child
I no longer have the strength and the devil is by my side
Who care about an old man of thirty
Who cares about that
Who cares about that
Who cares about me
Who cares about that
Who cares about that
Who cares about me
And I’m dying
Behind your door I’m dying
I’m dying