Menahem - Suicidal Trend

Suicidal Trend


On a cold and colorless day,
I write this farewell letter.
I'm prepared to leave this world

and to end my suffering.

I'm tired of lies,
I don't want to suffer anymore.
My life is a living hell:
why should I live?

I wish I could see the sun once more,
wake up with no pain in my soul,
feel the wind touching me...
find a reason to live.

I pick up the bullet that will set me free,
I leave my memories in the past.
I'm afraid but I need to go...
don't cry for me anymore.

I feel the cold dominating me,
the blood boils in my veins.
Time passes by in one second,
I point the weapon to my own head.

I wish I could see the sun once more,
wake up with no pain in my soul,
feel the wind touching me...
find a reason to live.

I hear a voice calling me,
keeping me from going on.
A strong light appears...
I see a man dressed in white.

He says that he knows me
and knows how I feel.
He shows me the way out,
a reason to live.

I see the sun shining in my life,
my sorrow is gone.
The Heaven wait for me...
Jesus showed me the life.