Those eyes (Fellucia blow)

Sometimes I don’t wanna live
 I wish to escape from the real
 I look upon things as I’m taking my last leave
 Just imagine how I feel

 Sometimes I think I’m gonna die
 From sobs I’m out of breath
 When everything around is [bad word] lie
 When all is empty, when all is deaf

 She comes without being called
 She spreads her veil of black lace
 And over me she has her horrid hold
 Her pleasure – tears on my face

 Her exultant air when she looks at me…
 She is always ready to deceive…
 Oh, she adores when I am plunging into misery
 And I have to gaze into the blind eyes of my grief

 Sometimes I don’t wanna live
 I bare my wrists and I take a knife
 I wanna die, escape from the real
 And every time I say: “To hell with life!”