The beginning is wonderful.
You love and she does too.
As a result of the collision of the bodies,
you lost your head again.
Later days pass.
Too late to shed tears,
too late to stop the waltz
of such indifferent souls.
Fearing the emptiness, you play
like the majority of us.
Now you probably see by yourself that
from the feeling of guilt you can't
build anything that will last longer.
Just a house of cards.
What if happiness passes you by
seeing your hands tied up?
Is going against the stream worth it?
Only the voice of the heart will answer.
The woman will put
a short leash of love on you.
At the wedding, you'll put on
a tailcoat sewed from reproaches again.
And the life with her, please admit,
is far from being okay.
You want to beat your head
against this fresh wall of marriage.
Fearing the emptiness, you play
like the majority of us.
Now you probably see by yourself that
from the feeling of guilt you can't
build anything that will last longer.
Just a house of cards.
What if happiness passes you by
seeing your hands tied up?
Is going against the stream worth it?
Only the voice of the heart will answer.
We push each other down into the abyss
'cause we take what the fate gives us
instead of escaping
when there's time for it.
What if happiness passes you by
seeing your hands tied up?
Is going against the stream worth it?
I'll ask you
Now you probably see by yourself that
from the feeling of guilt you can't
build anything that will last longer.
Just a house of cards.
What if happiness passes you by
seeing your hands tied up?
Is going against the stream worth it?
Only the voice of the heart will answer.