| Looking back on my footsteps on the cold ground
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| Feeling like fleeing
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| They say the path I took should be my fate
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| But I wanna take my lazy steps on my own
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| Day by day, second by second, I set the course anew
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| Walking through the frames of my life
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| Looking for the moments I’ll remember with a smile
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| Tripping over lies and hate
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| Envy and vanity
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| I wish I could change the order of proceedings
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| No chance at all
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| No chance at all
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| I build a time machine
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| I will reverse my mistakes, pain — fade away
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| Fade away
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| Fade away
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| All these sources of noise are whispering and screaming
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| Tempting and frightening in the middle of my head, beyond my heart
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| They try to change my mind into something bad
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| Fighting against them for years
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| But in the end I still decide on my own
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| Fearing the mistakes
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| Fearing the responsibility
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| To myself and to my beloved, to my beloved
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| Walking through the frames of my life
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| Looking for the moments I’ll remember with a smile
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| Tripping over lies and hate
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| Envy and vanity
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| I wish I could change the order of proceedings
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| These photos, can’t overlook (can't overlook)
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| The flashlights, they are surrounding me
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| Observing all my movements
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| But finally it’s me who’s crying for my perfect sincerity
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| Crying for my salvation
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| Crying for the respect for myself
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| So where is the golden means of all decisions?
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| I don’t even know
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| If there is a right way I could choose
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| I go down on my knees, I’m yelling at the ground
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| In the hope of finding some new answers
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| Thousands of questions
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| Only one life for finding answers
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| One question for thousands of lives
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| For thousands of lives
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| Breathing slowly
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| Despite this I never stopped believing in
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| Waiting for the point I can see it clearly |