Under the howling wind
Sing me a lullaby.
Life as a chess board.
You can't cross the line...
Around only lust and vulgarity,
Here is no genuine smiles.
A strange similarity of past and future.
And want to fall like a stone,
When inspiration will disappear.
Slaves of our own schemes.
Useful only as a pawns.
My aspirations as a flightless bird
Not fly above the rooftops, but we must to try...
And I look with fear in the insane faces,
And I do not know why still I'm so scared.
And want to fall like a stone,
When inspiration will disappear.
Slaves of our own schemes.
Useful only as a pawns.
So staying alone with you,
I want to hear the lullaby of wind.
When the game is over.
When figures leave the board.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN