The hours seem to be big ascents
Like i’m fighting, i feel and i live like this
The hours seem to fall onto me like cloudbursts
And the memories to throw again thunder
Something in the soul is still sensitive
I cry like a child when I’m thinking of you
Hours in the silence, at work and in the car
Evening and morning, i’m looking for ways to forget
Where is love which brought me to the clouds
Give me something now that i’m falling, to be saved
Where is love to prove me before the end
If it’s illusion or if it’s something magical
The hours seem to be inhospitable like countries
Where i don’t find the shelter that i want
The hours seem to be big ascents
Like i’m fighting, i feel and i live like this
Something in the soul is still sensitive
I cry like a child when I’m thinking of you
Hours in the silence, at work and in the car
Evening and morning, i’m looking for ways to forget
Where is love which brought me to the clouds
Give me something now that i’m falling, to be saved
Where is love to prove me before the end
If it’s illusion or if it’s something magical