Everything is going round not in circles, it is only the wind,
which drives you crazy,
holding you up like a grain of sand in the clutches of time
I have already seen it all, if it happens once again
If it hurts again like before, I will just try to not look at it this time
2x
Then maybe there will not be another winter, I do not want winters any more
And every breath is dangling on a string as long as we are there
And every breath runs like a thread only as long as we are there
What else can I do, I cannot ignore it
Appearances are not deceptive, I must not lose control
Something has to lead me out of this emptiness
I am following my traces, then maybe there will not be another winter
I am following my traces, I do not want winters any more
And every breath is dangling on a string as long as we are there
And every breath runs like a thread only as long as we are there
I do not want winters any more