A high volume of air   
    Air that a life breathes
    All pushed in a second
    As if to blast the receptacle
    right inside the body of life
   
    And just at that moment
    Unable to break free
    A scream, A shrill cry
    As if to pull down the heavens
    As if to show them the hell

    It is a cry of pain
    A pain of misery of life
    The thin walls of the stomach
    they are torn and scarred
    And the blood oozes out

    This cry is not for pity
    This cry is not self-pity
    This cry is to let free
    This cry is to puke misery
    This cry is the misery of life