I’m born to suf­fer What am I to? Non-fro­zen pat­terns On bro­ken glass The say „Don’t wor­ry” But She is silent Almost like skies When I lose faith I live to suf­fer I can­not kill All fro­zen souls On this cour­sed world The say „you’re sick” But I am nor­mal Almost like skies Abo­ve my head