Since I’ve reflected This life is sheer nonsense I’m always looking for something That could be somewhere I don’t know But I will get it somehow In some times That’s too late For the time of what I want That pierced the future To the bleakness of sense To the possibilities of impossibilities That I’ve been infected I'm holding inside the terminal disease That I was born with That I have to live with That can be last second I m breathing in this air In this temporary peace It seems nothing just despairs