I am not alway a girl with good mood
I am sometimes fuming with rage over myself
Just I sometimes do not fit any colour
I do not know, what is wrong with me?
I would want sum all the stars upon my head.
I would want not be mystery for myself.
It is not so easy to get up and go every morning.
It is not easy to live.
To get up and go in the morning – to get up and go.
Pass it on,
There is a thousand things, which I do not know yet
Pass it on
That the world spins, when I call you at night.
Pass it on,
There is all better, when I have you so close to me
I have you
That is silent post with secret address
Sometimes it is confession maybe even without great words
That today is today and I do not solve tomorrow rather.
I will see still – what do i know
I will see in the morning - what do i know
Pass it on,
There is a thousand things, which I do not know yet
Pass it on
That the world spins, when I call you at night.
Pass it on,
There is all better, when I have you so close to me
I have you
So pass it on
Allegedly I am great unknown still
I do not sometime know where
I hurry straight to you another time
I still have got you
So pass it on and be with me
With me...
Pass it on,
There is a thousand things, which I do not know yet
Pass it on
That the world spins, when I call you at night.
Pass it on,
There is all better, when I have you so close to me
I have you