I sit alone, what do I do? I can't think of anything. I wait for the silence. I was thinking about last year's news. I come to my room and listen to the news. And the feeling again, what is it? My hands are shaking, my head is again speechless. And the cold nights, September stays here. I'm born, my mind is small, I miss the warm sun. I can't go anywhere. I read in the newspaper, someone has died. I wish I could have a chance to make a statement. I answer the phone, it doesn't ask anything. Sometimes it shouts, hey, to my greatest depression. And the feeling again, what is it? My hands are shaking, my head is again speechless. And the cold nights, September stays here. I'm born, my mind is small, I miss the warm sun. I can't go anywhere. I'm born, my mind is small, I miss the warm sun. I sit alone, thinking about the news. I don't go anywhere, I don't care about anything anymore. I read in the newspaper, they are just jokes. You can't get me. I don't trust them anymore. And the feeling again, what is it? My hands are shaking, my head is again speechless. And the cold nights, September stays here. I'm born, my mind is small, I miss the warm sun. You can't get me.