One sip, half a sip, two suicide plans,
 a Mozart music, a cry for help.
 A laugh followed by despair.
 A pinch of cheer leaves the dirty eyes looking in the mirror.
  
 One day not lived, another day planning not to live.
 I conquer the world from my bedroom window,
 I am free until the dense smoke disperses,
 I see the walls and railings.
  
 Free from reality, or deprived of realizing freedom?
 Bring me back the laws, statutes and institutions.
 I want to give myself to whomever you want.
 It's not me any more, or it's not my soul any more.