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