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 being 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.