10 am is the hour of my death

I will perrish, slowly, like the wind

blowing the thinest sand away

I will disappear for ever

I will disappear for ever

Another thorn will be stuck in me

another sigh will escape from me

another me will die

I am not even person

I am not even I

So my lungs won't fill with air

and my eyes will shed no tears

and my heart won't beat

and my hand won't write

because I don't exist

I've been dead for a long time

10 am is the hour of my death

10 am is the hour when reality breaks

La tristeza increíble

atraviesa el pecho 

como una daga fría

cuando caemos en 

conocimiento

de la desolada realidad

y vemos que el destino

depende de un brillo

que solo pocos tendrán

y que la mayoría deberá

sufrir la condena

de ser uno más