A full glass and an empty one Map of loneliness with a gun Hopeless words on a white paper Cartridges of the black old pencil Memories of the cold days Nothing seems to be okay All of them make me cry I should become a butterfly Like a silkworm I hide inside cocoon Like a silkworm This is my doom Like a silkworm I hide inside cocoon Like a silkworm This is my doom The sound of solitude guitar Harmonic sack, dunhil cigar Like a wizard inside t he smoke Mesmerizing stuffs as she pokes Her pokes dancing around Her magic covers the ground All of them make me cry I should become a butterfly Like a silkworm I hide inside cocoon Like a silkworm This is my doom Like a silkworm I hide inside cocoon Like a silkworm This is my doom [Solo: Pooyan] All of them make me cry I should become a butterfly Like a silkworm I hide inside cocoon Like a silkworm This is my doom Like a silkworm I hide inside cocoon Like a silkworm This is my doom