Can you picture yourself on a paper plane
on a wind of change
and which direction will take you away?
Will it have the range?

And if you still believe in your dreams
and if they make you see,
it's all depending on these careless games.
It's careless games.

Can you gather yourself from the seeds of love
just for a lark?
Or will you watch the world through your
colourful glass - even when it's dark.

And if you still believe in your dreams
and they will make you see
it's all depending on these careless games.

Oh
Who's the master - who's the slave.
Oh

Is it true when you tell me there's a place in the sky
where you can change your mind?
Or can you see through this mirror
without seeing yourself
when it's you who cries?

And if you still believe in your dreams
and they will make you see
it's all depending on these careless games.
It's careless games.

The same dice have been casted,
the world is wasted - goin' down down down.

The same dice have been casted,
the world is wasted - goin' down down down.

We're goin' down.
We're goin' down.
We're goin' down.
We're goin' down.