It is so quiet and so boring:
The streets, the people, and the wind...
I slowly sink in melancholy...
The days just pass. I lost all hints
Of where to go and what to follow,
I expect nothing, I don't muse.
Because inside I am but hollow.
A hollow pawn stuck in a noose.
I do not want for you to save me,
I do not care for life at all.
It is so quiet here, so boring:
A peaceful place for a tired soul.