A sick evening is drawing near and coming
Insanity on his side
Someone is sitting in my house
Withotu doing anything, all by himself
A sick evening, look, he's already here
Poking around by himself
There's something heavy inside of me
Angrily thrusting a knife into my stomach
A sick evening is over already
His blood has already been spilled
Someone is returning to my home
Quite relaxed, he falls asleep slowly
He wanders around the streets again at night
He turns around again.
Then turns to the streets again
He roams the streets again at night