We're falling out of Heaven,
Lightly like a feather,
We're grasping for life,
Fragile and so small.
We're searching for our light,
That guides us through life.
We're eager for love,
That touches our heart.
Being human is not easy.
It often turns out differently than you think.
We fall and get up.
Nothing is given to us as a gift.
Between North, East, South and West,
We look for our paradise
Between Heaven and Hell
With the first breath of air.
Being human is not easy.
The heart guides, the head thinks.
Nothing is given to us as a gift
Between Heaven and Hell.
We long for hope,
That touches our heart.
Shall we find Heaven on Earth.
Shall we be afraid of losing it.
We dream of freedom.
When we aren't lonely,
We sugarcoat life
And we are ready to destroy ourselves.
Being human is not easy.
It often turns out differently than you think.
We fall and get up.
Nothing is given to us as a gift.
Between North, East, South and West
We look for our paradise
Between Heaven and Hell
With the first breath of air.
Being human is not easy.
The heart guides, the head thinks.
Nothing is given to us as a gift
Between Heaven and Hell.
It isn't easy being a human.
It often turns out differently than I think.
Whenever I fall, I get up.
I don't want anything given to me as a gift.
Between North, East, South and West
We look for our paradise
Between Heaven and Hell
With the first breath of air.
Being human is not easy.
The heart guides, the head thinks.
Nothing is given to us as a gift.
Between Heaven and Hell.