How strange these parallels are which guide us through footpaths on a mountain
And when you betray me three times, I’ll disappear with the frost
Then I’ll stand beside a railway, looking back at the trains
Tomorrow will never come James has nothing to grieve about
If only five dreams in a hundred come true
Then the first one is for you, the second one for us
The third, fourth, fifth, just repetition
There’s no sense in counting more, just to get lost
Let them know that us, we have a short circuit
Already an hour of fuel is out and why do I have to hurry somewhere?
If there is nothing to start nothing can end
And dropping spiteful thoughts and ownership away
I look dreamy in the sky... Do I have to go under once?
If only five dreams in a hundred come true
Then the first one is for you, the second one for us
The third, fourth, fifth, just repetition
There’s no sense in counting more, just to get lost
Let them know that us, we have a short circuit
If only five dreams in a hundred come true
Then the first one is for you, the second one for us
The third, fourth, fifth just repetition
There’s no sense in counting more, just to get lost
Let them know that us, we have a short circuit, yeah
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