I made a wish, mother,
For time to heal my wounds.
You said, don’t be so stubborn
And I was running along the edge of nirvana.
I made a wish, mother,
For time to heal my wounds.
You said, don’t be so stubborn
And I was running along the edge of nirvana.
So many mistakes in my head,
So many attempts to climb up,
But by this I’ve proved to myself
That life is given to rebuke the fight.
But no, no, I’m not a pipsqueak,
My whole world is only in songs.
To run with a shout trying,
I drove myself into an abyss.
I would like to see the entire world,
But wounds, the bastards, on the heart...
I see even in the dream the target,
I see even in the dream the target.
I made a wish, mother,
For time to heal my wounds.
You said, don’t be so stubborn
And I was running along the edge of nirvana.
I made a wish, mother,
For time to heal my wounds.
You said, don’t be so stubborn
And I was running along the edge of nirvana.
And I was dreaming to see myself on the moon,
To close the eyes and just into the Cosmos fly.
So often, from childhood, looking into the sky I turned into a stone
I know, it’s looking on me, mother.
I made a wish, mother,
For time to heal my wounds.
You said, don’t be so stubborn
And I was running along the edge of nirvana.
I made a wish, mother,
For time to heal my wounds.
You said, don’t be so stubborn
And I was running along the edge of nirvana.