All what we have felt, is not enough any more for us
And always usual talks,
All talk but no one does what talks about...
Thousands streets leading to palaces
And how much youth
Comes back from the school, rucksacks on the shoulders,
It is reality...
Agitated hearts with the wind,
Absent-minded because
The anxiety which is inside of everyone,
Is outside...
We are agitated hearts but we are ready to say “yes”
To that one who will ask for the hand,
To that one who feels the same way
We want the space to go forward, we want the honesty...
Agitated hearts with the wind,
A bit angry because
In this immovable time
Everyone thinks only about himself...
We will have agitated hearts...
But always ready to say “yes”...
To that one who will ask for the hand...
To that one who feels the same way...