There are lots of people in the world who see the light
Behind the Almighty eyes
And pray to God and wait for the answer
Surrounded by the sacred icons, lamps and candles.
But there are lots of them who retired into themselves
And lost their minds in eternal prayer
And I could have been one of them
But I keep searching for the key to myself
I keep searching for the key to myself
There are lots of people who knows the code
For broadening the battlefield
They're rushing up and running forward
Through grass, the crystals or mushrooms
But there are lots of them who retired into themselves
And lost their minds in eternal prayer
And I could have been one of them
But I keep searching for the key to myself
I keep searching for the key to myself
The way to heaven,
The key of one's door
Each person searches for himself
Inside his own soul.
The door with the light behind it. What waits for us there?
We're searching for a way in darkness
Trying to realize if there's any answer, if it's possible
For us who was born to crawl to learn how to fly
But who of us will retire into themselves,
And go mad, ruining their fate.
I can be one of them
But I keep searching for the key to myself
The way to heaven,
The key of one's door
Each person searches for himself
Inside his own soul.