| There's this vision of red colour on the stainless snow | |
| Painful senses, kindly coldness | |
| The shy warmness fleeing little by little | |
| Let the place to the emptiness of unknown feelings | |
| Smile then bleed | |
| You smile? | |
| No affection on my face | |
| Each heartbeat I can feel is like a slow step to chaos | |
| Irremediably attracted to the other side | |
| A long way to the breakpoint | |
| I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood | |
| As the macabre furrow of my life | |
| I dream about beautiful work I let behind | |
| Transported by the desire to lose all that remains me | |
| My eyes are closed | |
| And I hear this voice repeating this words "smile then bleed" | |
| White and red together are splendid | |
| A long way to the breakpoint | |
| I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood | |
| As the macabre furrow of my life | |
| The landscape is peaceful and hostility has disappeared | |
| A piece of resplendent cruelty, progeny of the sufferings inside | |
| I let you as memory this glorious picture | |
| Where the colours of life and death are mixed in a last breath | |
| Then I put the light off | |
| A long way to the breakpoint | |
| I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood | |
| As the macabre furrow of my life | |
| Asleep with a smile on my face |