Like in a shallow grave   My faith is situated   I hope that my misses   Can hear my breathing      The nights with the glass   On the window pane      Voice like a wind   Unnatural look   I'm trying not to freeze in a snow   To love and to be loved      Breath for dead   Breath for dead   Breath for dead      Like in a shallow grave   My faith is situated   I hope that my misses   Can hear my breathing      The nights with the glass   On the window pane      Breath for dead   Breath for dead   Breath for dead      It's like a fate, a circle without symbol   Never ending suffering, suffering   Treachery for a, for a soul   Like a verdict of death, of death      Breath, breath for dead   Breath for dead   Breath for dead, dead      Death, it's like a fate   It's like a fate   It's like a fate   It's like a fate