Whatever snow ball I started to roll,
It would grow with every God's day.
And I would just cancel Mondays
But only provided that Tuesdays won't last longer.
All my dreams are like beacons.
What can I tell myself ?
Fly, Lisa, fly...
REF: Above 23 storeys,
Above the families living there,
I'm jumping up on a meter in height,
Into the city, that separates me from the sky.
Above 23 storeys,
Above the families living there,
I'm jumping up on a meter in height,
Into the city, that separates me from the sky.
In different languages there's the same lonely sense,
Under different clothes, we all are so similar.
And if I feel fantastically fine now,
Then in just the same way I'll continue to feel later.
I always wanted to live in love.
What can I tell myself ?
Fly, Lisa, fly...
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