| Sat beside the meadow | |
| Watching weeds grow | |
| Cleaned up all the ashes | |
| Of my soul | |
| Wrote down my own sentence | |
| Now you take your way | |
| Fades the last remembrance | |
| Of your lovely pretty face | |
| I, after all, | |
| Just a lonely man - a lonely heart! | |
| Working on the future | |
| Floating on fate | |
| Faced the circunstances | |
| Cleared up the shades, so | |
| Make believe | |
| There's no sorrow in your eyes | |
| Can't you see | |
| We could never get back from the start | |
| Minutes waiting, life's been wasted | |
| ... maybe I wanna die some other day | |
| Hear the whispers of your hope | |
| The answer wasn't told | |
| No, don't laugh seeing me cry | |
| The end I've left behind | |
| (... the whispers of your hope are left behind!) | |
| Make believe | |
| There's no sorrow in your eyes | |
| Can't you see | |
| We could never get back from the start | |
| Minutes waiting, life's been wasted | |
| And I've tried, | |
| Maybe you deny | |
| Words of peace | |
| For the future of our lives | |
| Bring to me | |
| Something else than a broken heart | |
| I won't wait 'till my life is wasted | |
| ... maybe I wanna die some other day |