Is it my face that i see far away?
Are they my eyes that look for somebody?
Are these my hands that are empty?
I don't believe, no way, i don't believe.
Are these roads and that quandary my destiny?
Is it my voice which cries around me?
Is that stranger my lover?
I don't believe, no way, i don't believe.
How come everything has changed?
Every color was different,
It was blue, pinkish and very green,
That was not the dream that i saw.
Is it my work that wreks inwardly?
Are those my words that lie to themselves?
Did i wait for my last day which shouldn't come?
I don't believe, no way, i don't believe.
How come everything has changed?
Every color was different,
It was blue, pinkish and very green,
That was not the dream that i saw.