The hours are comming infront of me like huge Mountains
Like I would fight,that's how I feel and how I live
The hour fallen on me like pour rain
and are making the memouries dark.
Something in the soul is still sensitive
I'm crying like a child when I remember U
The hours in the silent,hour at work and in the car
evening and morning I'm searching for a way to think for something else
Where is he love,that brought me to the clouds
give me something now when I'm falling to save me
where is the love to notice me befor the end
is it just a lie ot something magicly
The hour are coming infront of me like unguestful lands
where I can't find the shelter that I'm searching for
the hours are coming in front of me like huge mountains
like I would fight,that's how I feel and how I live.