Why would I want to live this madness again? One more night and I can not sleep Caught me writing in crooked lines... In my bed, things that I don't know why Words that do not make any sense... I put my dreams on a piece of paper But I don't remember any more of my dreams If I didn't sleep for days, how can I dream So, everything what I write has no meaning Night after night, I remain awake With eyes open, rolling from one side to another... In my bed, something bothers me very Voices, say things that don't make any sense... So I transcribe my life in words now And I remember every moment of this nightmare If what I seek is a bit of peace I write my life on a sheet without lines But my life has been like a crazy dream Don't use rhymes, because this is not a song I lived that nightmare for so long Why would I want to live this madness again? Why would I want to live this madness again? Why would I want to live this madness again? Why would I want to live this madness again?