İsyan [English translation]

This sorrow of mine that's

Neither at the falling rain

Nor at the fake autumn

Nor at exacly empty streets

All over me has been broken

The time dissapears over your hair

My eyes are (looking) at the streets

The reason is rebellion to love

Inside of me burns and also bleeds

Revolt!

That left behind is an handful of lies

That you've thrown me into this trouble and gone So now my head is always drunk.