Run. Run. Run away.
There's nothing left to do today.
Your slate's been wiped clean as can be,
Sabina

Float. Float. Float into the sky.
There's nothing nicer than
The heights one reaches
When one says goodbye.

Shut your eyes and go to bed.
There's nothing left inside your head.
It hurts, but what is one to do?
It's not much but, Sabina, we love you.

Drink. Drink. Drink a cup of tea.
There's nothing sweeter than
A lonely cup of tea,
Oh, Sabina

Look. Look. Look at the white wall.
There's nothing prettier
Than absolutely nothing at all.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.
Dream happy dreams inside your dreams.
It's stupid, but there's not much more
That you can do, Sabina.