The way to yourself
When you know beforehand,
That you're already gone...
When you know beforehand,
She killed you without pity...
And She killed you
Because of the lack of access to society,
Which you created...

She killed you with that part of itself,
Which you have identified,
Like the woman you loved.
She lived usually in life
And She was living too in your soul.
And that part of this woman,
Who lived in your soul,
Killed you with the words:
'I Don't Love You,
I will never love you! '

The way to yourself
When you know beforehand,
That you're already gone...
You will be meeting
With the head cut off of Holofernes,
Who will tell you,
That he still loves Judith...
And you will understand,
That there is no revenge on this road...

The way to yourself
When you know beforehand,
That you're already gone...
You will never see
The end of this heavy way,
It won't end...
And you will understand:
You should have understood
Her words just the opposite...