Saw you walking there flame of red

A breeze blew through your hair

And breeze my wet lighter dry

A fire on the hill brings the night

She was just smoke and mirrors

My life vanished into thin air

I bent before my fate

The scapegoat is gone

And sound of shofar died away

I have to live with my own sins

Birds fly freely over war fire

Their screaming are engraved on my mind

Saw a snake in my dreams

There’s only one bare tree and nothing disturbed quite

I bent before my fate

The scapegoat is gone

And sound of shofar died away

I have to live with my own sins

I wish I was never born

How can I be forgiven

Keep away from me

Away from me