Hidden under the night
In the sky dissolves
You wanna thouch the stars, touch the stars
To you there goes
Big train from station,
but you dont wanna take me with you, take me with you.
The last ticket you will buy by installments
and from interest Ill repay, that Youll come back.
By Insertion in vain I am looking for your shadow
in my loss statement you are another Don Quijotes mill
By Insertion in vain I am looking for your shadow
in my loss statement you are another Don Quijotes mill
Into blank notebooks
I will do mark, that you are here
and wish I could touch, could touch
At least in choes and frames on the walls
left some broken sentences,broken sentences
Your last words like souvenirs
that without the end you cannot start over again.
By Insertion in vain I am looking for your shadow
in my loss statement you are another Don Quijotes mill
By Insertion in vain I am looking for your shadow
in my loss statement you are another Don Quijotes mill
The freeze is dancing on my back
its harder, but it wll be easier,
when november ends
and I will stop lying to myself
I am street acrobat and stowaway
who get on and go the right direction, right, right direction.
By Insertion in vain I am looking for your shadow
in my loss statement you are another Don Quijotes mill
By Insertion in vain I am looking for your shadow
in my loss statement you are another Don Quijotes mill