The monkeys race through the forest
Only one squirrel remains standing
Everything that lives slowly grows old
Sometimes the understanding is hidden
An attempt to help
An attempt to help
/>The feeling of being in the way
A new day takes its course
You try to lend an ear again
Everything that lives wakes up sometimes
You live by talking, not by shouting
An attempt to help
The feeling of being in the way
An attempt to save the world
Stuck in my throat
/>An idea suffocates itself
I just want to hide
With you
With you, I feel good
The monkeys are dying of exhaustion< br/>You try to forgive yourself again
Everything that lives goes to sleep sometimes
You die through silence
Not through a shrine
An attempt to help

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN