Red streams slide down my hand, they are taking my life from me.
They flow red as they decorate my skin, will they take my soul away? "lightness sensation" will I ever get rid of my anguish?
Will my soul be blessed?
The red streams decorate my skin, the meanders begin to connect.

A growing lake reflects my glassy stare, will I ever escape this sight?
Mother, I can see your sad face, with trembling fingers you close my eyes.
Now I'm always unable to look at your grief, I would like to tell you, it will be alright.
"attraction sensation"

As my body lies in the middle of the room, I look at you kneeled by my side.
Even though my eyes are closed, my look seems to overhang the scene.
It's strange to see your own corpse!
Quickly it all disappears...