Sometimes I think my life hates me,
Sometimes it's like I have no chance here.
Even death hates me, 'cause it won't take me.
I'm a hated person, in this light.

If it was possible, I would love my life,
If it was possible, death would love me,
Like it loves everybody else, it takes you,
But why not me, why never me?

My life is like one long day, without a break.
Death would be like the beautiful night, to rest.
Like a cold and dark December night.
Now it is summer forever.

I long for the winter, long for the night.
I long for the summer and day to stop.
I just want to rest in dark peace,
Like the bird falling from the sky