My eyes tell wolves from sheep's clothing. |
I wanted to rip their teeth out of their mouths
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And this rarely happens that day. |
Fortunately, the mind produces stripes for a gray day
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They are the colors of my everyday life. |
I wish I could live a day without caring about anything
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But I carry the globe on my shoulders, and I must carefully guard it
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It may be a bit difficult to do. |
I feel like my head is too small for this
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for everything
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It hurts more the more I think about it. |
Times move on, but the world remains
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in place
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I reel for a long time, I turn flies into bulls. |
The walls fall on me and my head
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sinks into the bucket
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They can't do without me, I don't want to leave them, but this going is so rotten,
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you don't make my head explode
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There is too much weight on Aste's shoulders. |
I don't worship the Savior and I don't worship the good elves
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Under the North Star, our feelings are eradicated, and the child inside me is allowed to cry alone
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There is too much weight on Aste's shoulders. |
I don't worship the Savior and I don't worship the good elves
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I'm not doing anything, I'm just lying on the bed, I'm just lying on the bed, I'm just lying
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on the bed
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Happiness is the one thing that you have to support the world. |
Who sweeps me off my feet or |
asking to dance
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And if only I stepped on my toes. |
My toothbrush fits best in my bathroom
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I look deep into the blue of your eyes, and there are no other people in the world right now
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Now it's just us, I'm sorry I didn't think there were treasures in the end of the rainbow
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Thank god I was wrong. |
We are here today. |
(this today)
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Wipe the tears, baby wipe the tears. |
Wipe them on my sleeve before tonight
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getting colder
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I want to see the northern lights in Lapland, the red sun setting in Africa
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But I don't see them alone, but with you. |
Get the hell out of here already,
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it's so crowded here
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There is too much weight on Aste's shoulders. |
I don't worship the Savior and I don't worship the good elves
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Under the North Star, our feelings are eradicated, and the child inside me is allowed to cry alone
|
There is too much weight on Aste's shoulders. |
I don't worship the Savior and I don't worship the good elves
|
I'm not doing anything, I'm just lying on the bed, I'm just lying on the bed, I'm just lying
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on the bed
|
There is too much weight on Aste's shoulders. |
I don't worship the Savior and I don't worship the good elves
|
Under the North Star, our feelings are eradicated, and the child inside me is allowed to cry alone |
There is too much weight on Aste's shoulders. |
I don't worship the Savior and I don't worship the good elves
|
I'm not doing anything, I'm just lying on the bed, I'm just lying on the bed, I'm just lying
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on the bed |