I live off the land
I make my own fortune
Two fingers in the throat
I can't take it anymore

It used to be enough
But what was enough ran out
You said "next year you will have a bigger wound"
You said "next year you will have an even bigger wound"

I live off the land
I make my own fortune
But it is what it is
It's not worth it
I make my own misfortune

Nothing begins here
I promise I am not in love

You said "next year you will have an even bigger wound"

I live off the land
I make my own fortune
But it is what it is
It's not worth it
I make my own misfortune
She said "next year you will have an even bigger wound"