Singurătate [English translation]

On the sheet in the dead field

Paint me as passport

A heart now

In leaden crayon

Empty, just an outline

The scrap days are taking me

Under the plough waves

I walk a lifetime on the shore

And my traces - a diary

To the water they run

A night is not enough for you

You solitude

Let us die

The way we know

My body is a hospital

Built by a criminal thought

With the palms from fists

On my neck to put soap

In the lungs - tobacco wallpaper

On the sheet in the dead field

Drawn inside the passport

I have the heart outline

I want the fate to be a dagger

That cuts plurally

A night is not enough for you

In solitude

Leave us to die

To fall asleep anonymously

A night is not enough for you

You solitude

Let us die

The way we know