I am a white card
Trampled and torn
Full of black marks
Traces of your words
I feel the blood faster
Thought I mixed all the wind
You do not have the strength
Look for you again

God is able to compassion
He could have written me again
But it was easier to wipe out the rest of me
In the eyes of dark spots
Every breath ragged
You do not have the strength
Again look for you

I'm going hand in hand with a black silence
Clouds still hang over me
But already I survived so many storms
Down the stairs I go
Where, I do not know and I do not see
On the floor above resigned Guardian Angel

I am a white card
Wrinkled and less than a
Because I came out the first sketch writer
I feel subside tree
Fade sharp color of the sky
You do not have the strength
I do not think I have anything

I'm going hand in hand with a black silence
God gave it to me for free
but he has already survived so many storms
Down the stairs I go
I love, I miss, I hate
In the heart of the wear dull, rusted knife

I'm going hand in hand with a black silence
Clouds still hang over me
I do not know how much longer I can survive storms
Down the stairs I go
Where, I do not know and I do not see
On the floor above resigned Guardian Angel

On the floor above resigned Guardian Angel