Sometimes I believe it's better To die in many sensations, deep and contrary Sitting, with my head and my hands I prefer to sleep Is a temporary… Refrain Way, way, way to die My ideas turn into paranoid(2x) My childhood, passed away I'm sad so alone, I miss the happiness And green days I am sad in me, I'm sad like a tear, in a deep silence Refrain Way, way, way to die My ideas turn into paranoid Oh, way mine, oh mine, way mine. Sometimes I believe it's better To die in many sensations, deep and contrary