Should I scream, run away
or lock the door?
And lie in silence...
And stare at the ceiling
And dream not like everyone else.
Kiss the sky...
The ceiling is a carousel...
Half an hour, half an hour
Half an hour - the train derailed
Half an hour - it's not your lane
Half an hour, half an hour, there's no question
No answer - half an hour, half an hour
Half an hour without you, half an hour
Half an hour - I and he, half an hour
Everyone on their own, everyone on their own
Half an hour, at their own address
Half an hour
I broke down - just like everyone
Like in a dream
I'm not myself
It's not my carousel
And the dream is not mine either
Is it smoke or is it sorrow
Or is it rain in my eyes
I'll come back, I'll come back
Half an hour, half an hour