I guess we can't go far away,
It looks like we locked up.
Everyone has his own town and house,
And we are caught in this fisherman net;
And where I was singing, you're only a guest,
Although I sang not for them.
But we'll become such men as they see us -
You'll come back home,
And also shall I,
Each of us having his own things.
But Why we really need us ?
And we have not enough time in the day
To touch all the hands,
Which want to touch us, you and me.
And only when I'll be singing there,
Where are the other people's glances and the smoke,
I know who will stand in front of me,
And will pressed me,
And will order to me
To stay alive once again.