A long history short, enough for the tears and sorry of any sort

(The coffin, the tears, the sadness, the book, the flowers, the priest, they all dressed in black…)

They all hold my hand, this felling I can't stand

Is compressing my heart from the fury against myself

Your wide eyes, I feel them, I miss every second of my life

It's true, I failed many times, a few moments I do regret

The thing to keep in mind is attitude shows honesty

It's true I failed many times, a few moments I do regret

The thing we have to keep in mind is attitude shows honesty

Days passing, time is crawling

Feel the cold within and it brings no hope

All the sorry is left behind, a few moments I won't forget

Only one aim to strike facing life with honesty

After all each eye will see what the mind allows

When is time to judgment

When it's final around

Cutting shape of your own destiny

Is a work that has to be done

To decide the final end…

Frightened, delightened, pretending brave while afraid

Among the living we hide secrets from the dead

All the sorry is left behind, a few moments I won't forget

Only one aim to strike facing life with honesty

All the sorry is gone by, a few moments I had to fight

Only one aim to strike living life in honesty