My life revolves,
So steadily and quietly.
And draws at the same time a circle –
Circle of the eternity.
I can't avoid the feeling,
That I'll be guesting here for a long time.
The gold of this world doesn't cost anything,
My skin burns!
How far must I go
To see,
That the night searches for an end?
How much must I give
To feel,
Really am I cursed?
I want to say:
Is everything good?
Or really am I cursed?
Why am I sad? Why am I sad,
When I have more than I ever had?
My life is lonely,
I'm too weak to stand up.
Stretched on the ground, like paralyzed,
The sky is too heavy.
My own rules are my enemy,
As the inertia inside of me.
Something to change is too hard,
The war that I lose!
How far must I go
To see,
That the night searches for an end?
How much must I give
To feel,
Really am I cursed?
How great is the longing,
That carries me?
I'm losing my spirit!
Must I surrender or live?
Life like the flood,
I want to say:
Is everything good,
Or really am I cursed?