How I would love to rest in peace,Where flowers will come to my grave,How I would love to be gone,From this world, where you lack even freedom,Like a migratory bird I journey,As if for a little love,There where I once drew milk,I no longer feel the same love,I only grow ever more sorrowful,My nights just slip away without sleep,And again where I should not be,There I am again..This is an end without a beginning,Where I no longer have a single word,I just keep silent as if dead,To remain as if alive..