I have the opportunity to die or commit,
no other option.
All crying does not help me when it's raining,
sky crying for me,
days, wander,
seems to me hate life.
After every bēdām come to my sorrow,
I have no pain, there is only frustration and grief,
Is there alcohol and woe,
broken hearts and grief,
I felt like last year,
since the recall itself, close the same.
I often we want happiness,
often dying faith
often as the knife cuts, and hurts
and we want to forget,
believe in, life sūds,
and peace go