,It is so cold here
.It is so alone now
,Once we are a life
.Forever we are dying
.It is all gusts an illusion
?Do you know? Do you hear
.This is the end, no more life
.No more flying birds
.No more soon above me
.Don't cry for my, the angels do it
.Don't prey for my, god do it
,Gust says I love you
,Gust says good-bay
.Now I die