I've realized there is no end to loneliness, everyday it will grow
Was it always like this ?... I don't know.
It was almost a privilege to cry in the childhood
Eventually everybody gets used to being hurt and broken
Because it's so usual to stand up each time after falling down.
My loneliness set up an ambush on my road and keeps waiting,
Pains keep staring at me , nonstop on guard ...
I keep waiting, waiting and waiting ...
Come on , you all come up to me, I am not scared !
Clouds are loaded, the longing will almost rain upon us
At last we remained alone together... me and your absence !