My soul cries, my body dies.
I could speak, but I'm too weak.
All that I seek, I've lost last week.
And now I'm done, and soon I'll be gone.
I ain't no more!

I've lost indeed, and I cannot breed.
I'm too naiive, that's why I must leave.
I'll return to world, to which I belong...
I know, I swear - I'll soon be there.
Don't folow me, that's meant to be.
It isn't hard. And I'll allways live inside your heart.