I don't want to make their dreams come true
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I didn't want to live in a herd, I can give them my talent
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I crawl out of myself, hit the world like a pinata
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I'd like to sell half my life for a couple of beers with Himilsbach
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I wanted something that I want to quit now
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How to go as far as life gives you tight shoes
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And I see people who want to wear my shoes
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Although I have worn my soles and I'm still looking for a way
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They told me the world was open
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Then I got to know a little bit of life and I already know what this hole is
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They keep asking what I got and where did I get
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I pull myself together just like that and I hear a voice
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Concrete boots keep you on the ground
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And how would you fool now reach for the stars, how would you reach for the stars
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How to reach the stars, how to reach the stars
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I have dreams, I don't want to keep dreaming them
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Excess ambition dragged the ambulances to my door
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Because I'm not talking about feelings, OG about this
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Sometimes for therapy I throw lines under the beat
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And you? |
You embrace yourself, you get rid of bad habits
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At work they already say to you "Mr. Manager"
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They say: "BigMaca Mr. Manager, French Fries Mr. Manager"
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No shit, don't do anything
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Stand with me, we'll wait our chance
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We are not always wrong, they are always right
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And the child in me wants to dream, wants to pay
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Only work over the weekend and flawless love
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Adam and Eve were naked or was it the lack of SWAG?
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They were reaching no higher than the apples, no more than the lack of oxygen
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Let's be the same today, our way
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We'll fall to the ground in the morning, the old way
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The heart likes to feed itself with illusions
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A souffle of desires for another, he has complexes to drink
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No oxygen as if I put my head under the exhalation
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It is not easy, you will not get your ME from a 3D printer
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I was both feet down there somewhere
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I beat myself with memory sticks on the back
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She was lying next to her, suddenly, like a fog, she is gone
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He no longer looks and listens, he has nothing to say
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I went to the mountains to get used to the facts
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The rain soaked the cheeks, the hail cut them with scissors
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With each step closer to each other, further away from her
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Under the clouds I threw a handful full of memories into the abyss
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Because if dreams and illusions replace the will
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The stars will lose their brilliance, sadness will take over
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And although I have scars, I have healed every wound
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If you lose and lose faith you will hear a voice |