This feeling is strange, new,
It’s not like always blue.
It’s deeper, it’s darker,
Sadness, but a little wider…

I enter the lake of despair
It’s made from a thousand tear...
I’ve cried more than once or twice,
Because the world is cold like ice

This lake of tears is inside of me 
And in the same time it’s all I can see.
It’s my past, it’s my present,
It’s my future, not pleasant…

I feel the water in my chest,
It’s my escape blessed.
I’m drowning in my tears.
The ocean I made over the years...

Over me I see the light
And in my body is no more fight...
I reach my hand... but nothing.
Nobody is holding

Over my body is spreading cold.
My soul is now sold.
Darkness in front of my eyes.
The angel whispers: “she dies”.