A serene life burns out like a torch...

A serene life burns out like a torch,

In the fire, this gorenje is so insignificant,

There's also a soul from the chest, it doesn't tear,

And the heart is silent, from that greyness,

Only shadows flicker, one after the other,

Carry grief, wander and curl around,

Giving birth to all the bad weather, adversities of life,

It boils violently, and the real nothing,

Evil alone promises eternal darkness,

Which famously catches all the shadows,

They reflect my past lives,

My memories are damp, with a soul,

Drooping, the body becomes numb in hopelessness,

And ahead stands the source of evil,

He will rest in a world where there has been no goodness for a long time,

Raging in waves, in my quiet gaze,

In that silence, you can only hear a voice,

The call of passion in supplication, without an answer,

And I'm actually there, so insignificant at all,

My fate is blackening day by day,

I'm always worried about my nerves,

A black wave will swoop in and hit you hard,

With his revenge, then he falls down and burns out,

In the body, in madness, everything beckons straight to hell,

And there are blackened skeletons in a row, standing,

I'll turn my back and walk away from there,

Where the white light will wash over my chest...