| He was the first of us | |
| He did it with a | |
| Biblie in one hand | |
| After that quiet funeral | |
| We were drinking wine on his grave | |
| Now I'm here because | |
| I want it | |
| And I'll be gone someday | |
| Courting with my destiny | |
| There's always a reason to die | |
| People were asking why | |
| When he hanged himself next door somehow | |
| I don't remember his face | |
| He always ran down stairs too fast | |
| Oh we cannot change the fate | |
| It's the another face of the death | |
| There's no one to blame | |
| The only thing | |
| I please is a peaceful death | |
| She called me for the last time | |
| And it was a strange goodbye | |
| Now we still cannot believe | |
| That she really she really passed away | |
| Now I'm here 'cause | |
| I want it | |
| And I'll be gone someday | |
| Courting with the my destiny | |
| There's always a reason to die | |
| Now I'm here 'cause | |
| I want it | |
| And I'll be gone someday | |
| Courting with the my destiny | |
| There's always a reason to die |