When my world is on fire,
my life doesn't turn to 45 or 33,
then the time will come back when the child in me screams and cries bitterly.< br/>Then I look for a lap that is warm,
a hand that holds you when you fall,
that is there unconditionally.
But searching means I can't find it,
and I notice how the boards under my feet are disappearing.
And then it comes - the free fall for free.
The flight is in vain because the impact is too hard is.
You feel the flight, the wind and then the fear comes,
and suddenly you realize
that you can no longer stop.
You fall and you fall faster and faster
into a deep black hole.
It only gets darker and not brighter.
Then you lie on the ground and it's quiet,
and you cry like a child who wants to go to his mommy.
No more child, never more small, never more innocent.
Now I have this fear and I can't free myself.
Again the weight off my shoulders
- once again the knowledge that it's not my fault,
again the feeling that I lost.
Refrain:
It does happen, there I wish
I was a little kid again...
What's wrong with me?
I feel this big lump in my throat.
I count agonizing hours, minutes and seconds.
My soul is miserably torn.
Friends, where are you? Stay here and realize:
You are my foundation, my 100 percent.
Near tears
I long for those days when
I walked in the rain in rubber boots ,
happy and naive, sleeping on clouds.
How many games have we played together?
Damn, tell me why our love didn't last.
Standed every day you used to be in front of my door
and later I thank you for that.
It's hard to describe:
I wanted to remain your lover forever,
but everyone crawled into their hole,
closed and secretive
and there we are still.
Today after such a long time
I remain a prisoner of my past
Refrain:
It's coming I wish I were a little child again... I'm so tired, so sleepy, but I stay awake and heavy,
drift around weakly,
like an animal in a cage.
If I escape the barriers,
fly into thoughts
back to when I was still a child.
Sleeping peacefully at night,
was so naive and ignorantly blind.
How simple everything must have been.
My world was orderly and swept clean.
It's the other way around.
I don't live so carefree anymore.
I realized
that this freedom was disappearing in everyday life.
And in the end I turn back to problems,
because I guess ,
I don't live in the past but now.
I'm so tired, my eyelids are heavy.
So I fall asleep and wish that
I were a little one again Child.
Refrain:
It does happen when I wish
I were a little child again...

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