I strangle myself watching our freedom

Days where we could think

Grudge takes over irony

Our tied hands, our tied hands 

Where are our beliefs? 

We're seated on memories

I feel my hidden happines

Where are you? Where are you?


So what we have to do? 

So what we have to do?

Don't let yourself be overwhelmed 

By this vicious circle

Reflects and don't think

About this common story


Don't turn away but look around

(you're there too) 

Don't turn away but look around

(you're there too)

don't turn away

don't turn away


building up thoughts, chanching position

finding out again the voice pleasure