Downfall (len preklad predxadzajuceho blogu)

Every morning I get up again, that I can go on,
on my broken legs, by now I can't remember,
who had taken, wich of my organs and
who had craved my body in pices with the scalpel,
that what was left, is my skeleton.
But with a erratic walk I go on,
till the night when i moulder
and make myself a peacefull place to sleep,
on the could ground of elsewhere,
to get my last bones broken.

I remember, how they had prepared me into grave,
but I found no peace and so I'm going on,
on my broaken legs. Even before my time came,
I remember every sunrise and sunset, I'm not sure
about, if i had ever die, before they had dispose my body
and maybe I had never been alive. I see
how the wind is blowing and moveing with the trees,
even I have no skin anymore, I can feel
how it strikes me softly. I choosed the endless
life, even if it's issue that I had lived - but it could be posible-
because I'm still here.
It's why I'm searching still for her.

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