I´m sitting on the bank made from stone,,
A high grating is in front of me,,
And at both side´s,,,
I´m seeing through the window the room´s of sadness,,
I´m sitting on the bank made from stone,,
The silence make´s me think,,
The air of peace and smoke,,,
Makes me wanting to say yes again,,
I´m walking into the house of pain,,,
I smell the air of sadness and I look through the window,,
I see a another grating,,,
That makes me wanna say goodbye again,,
I´m walking in the house of pain,,
Eyes of anger burning in my skin,,
I try to make contact with two eyes,,
But they´re far far away from here,,