It's like an antique clock,
And in every second
I'm sinking in the Atlantic,
Whose cold waters
Out me of breath.
The drop of life left in me
Drips like a river,
Towards the end of another world,
Far away waiting for me
Like the sun's rays
Contoured with gold.
My hands float through the air bubbles,
And my chestnut-colored hair
Envelops me
In a protective aura.
My body is left alone,
In the ocean.
Nobody hears me
When I try to make myself heard.
Because I'm here
In a prison of my mind
Where can't I get rid of,
Where I want to forget everything.
My lungs run out of oxygen,
And breathing is a precious treasure.
I don't look back
When everything turns black,
And I get lost in the abyss.