1

Telephone is broken up
But it rings
And drinks
Last drop of blood.

You ask me to take your hand,
'Cause you fall
In hole;
Your falling has no end.

Try to see: you're broken up.
Every word
You've told
Is making your heart stop.

I leave you but don't you cry;
Don't hate me,
You'll see
Another good daylight.

Do not let night cover you;
Grab your life,
Don't die...
God, tell me what to do...


2

God, tell me what to do?
I don't know
And snow
Hides the way to you.

I'm alone, I'm so alone
In this world...
Too cold...
I hear the ring of telephone...