I'm dying every time you're near.
I'm dying every time you're speaking.
I'm dying every time I hear
you telling me what life is for we're seeking.
I'm dying of those things I can feel.
I'm dying of emotions, thoughts,
of everything I'm able hardly to deal
with, because they are your shots.
I'm dying every day and night.
I'm dying losing every inch of Earth.
Is it enough my strength to fight?
And will be there death or my rebirth?