Your world, your world
It's incomprehensible and cramped to me.
Indeed, it's not your world, your world
Rises at a quarter to ten.
Minus, plus - two or three calls
And at the door a detached "bye"
It's a funny habit ...
Understand - understand:
This all can be fixed
Take a look into my world, my world
Its an exception to the rule
What is real and what is not
You can search for the answer for a long time.
And I know it.
I push the walls apart with my hands
I penetrate beyond the limits (between) worlds.
Feel free to follow me,
Along the crest of a wave, along the edge of a volcano.
I run like a whirlwind through thorns to the stars,
But without you this path is not realized.
It's dark ahead
Don't be afraid, feel free to follow me.
Time is a river
You are carried away with the current.
Turn time back for now,
There is reason for adventure.
Minus, plus - two or three calls
If you look for me
Knock at the window for me.
I push the walls apart with my hands
I penetrate beyond the limits (between) worlds.
Feel free to follow me,
Along the crest of a wave, along the edge of a volcano.
I run like a whirlwind through thorns to the stars,
But without you this path is not realized.
It's dark ahead
Don't be afraid, feel free to follow me.
Feel free to follow me!