1000 years of solitude   1000 years of pain   hardened my heart   fed my poor soul with misery   I can't even tell   am I dead, am I alive?      Don't hesitate, penetrate me with your sting   I don't know how to cry   I won't even bleed   Don't even worry if I might die   At least then I'll know that I was alive      1000 years of isolation   the closer to you, the lonelier I get   I could vanish in your presence   You wouldn't even notice   Maybe I already did, how should I know ?