Behind the window living people, another dimension, another life
Do you know how difficult it is to struggle with each new day
To pray every night for a secure, peaceful sleeping
Without hope and without chances, to look into one's cards and say "No bid."
(Refrain:)
Will you receive me, my God, when it's time for leaving
Will you give me your hand, or perhaps you will be afraid of it
Perhaps you will be afraid of it
Oh yeah...
People are shouting behind the window - a thrown stone has smashed the pane
Do you know how I feel when death has me in its arms
When the pronouncement is written, in the glassy eyes of the doctor
When they are flying, they are flying like this painted bird
(Refrain:)
Will you receive me, my God, when it's time for leaving
Will you give me your hand, or perhaps you will be afraid of it
Perhaps you will be afraid of it
Oh yeah...
People are shouting behind the window - a thrown stone has smashed the pane
Do you know how I feel when death has me in its arms
When the pronouncement is written, in the glassy eyes of the doctor
When they are flying, they are flying like this painted bird
(Refrain:)
Will you receive me, my God, when it's time for leaving
Will you give me your hand, or perhaps you will be afraid of it
Perhaps you will be afraid of it
Oh yeah...