Think about the way to make me happy.
I am so exhausted to walk barefoooted on my rough path.
My cloak made of sins is unbearable heavy
Even cursed birds are laughing at me now.
I'll wash my face with grief
tears - are just water.
My words are meaningless
I forgot what true love is.
Black mise have eaten pure feathers to salvation.
Still... I am not trapped
I'll see the way...