Every year, every day is the same.
I’m waiting for a chance to meet again.
Problems are passing, things are getting done.
Nobody’s listening while I’m alone.

I want to tell you a story of my perfect love.
Please understand me, I’m burning, it’s not enough.
Don’t run away while you are standing in front of my sight.
I want to hug you and say: “It’s gonna be alright”

It’s gonna be alright.
It’s gonna be alright.

Under umbrella the rain is surrounding us.
We are together, this is our first class.
I see this smile, but nothing good left to think.
Your feelings again were inspired by the drink.

No drop of truth I see in your deep and blue eyes.
I feel – only lust is driving your responses tonight.
I’m not joking, I’m angry, it’s better go home.
And I’m again. Alone.

I was unable to tell you a story of love.
Please understand me, I’m burning, it’s not enough.
I wanted romance, but you just wasted my time.
I’ll leave you and say: “It’s gonna be alright”

It’s gonna be alright.
It’s gonna be alright.

Depression kills and becomes main part of my life.
It’s black again, no reason to tell story of love.
I’m alone. I even see no reason to act.
Nobody loves me, I love no one.

It’s a fact.