Te nonāk viss, kam vairs nav vietas Helsas galvā

You’re happy, you’re wishing me well
When will you see..
oh when will you see me
I rather spend my lifetime in hell

I don’t want to be happy for real
I don’t want to have your diamonds and pearls
I want to be me, I want it for real
You’ll tear me apart and I’ll seal you together
I want to be me, I want to be free

When crossing new bridges I’m asking for money
When thinking of sweetness I’m thinking of honey
No kisses, no touches, no whispers, no, Nay!
Don’t want to sound funny, just don’t want to marry

Why don’t you see it, oh why don’t you see?
I’m telling the truth, I’m trembling like thief
Don’t want you, don’t want you to love me
Don’t want to share your whole life’s grief

It’s not about you, it is about me
I’ve never resurrected my heart
I’m afraid of life, I want to be dead
And that’s everything there is to be said

I’m sorry, I’m sorry as well.. but
I rather spend my lifetime in hell

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