In The Illusionary Room of False Despair and Sadness
When the Dark will come from up. When the Light will come from the ground. When the sun will rise at the west.
And when I'll go, I will not say "Hello" to you. And when my mind will fly away, I will become crazy.
Help me! Help me! Help me somebody.
When the Sun will burn with ocean-blue When the Sky will burn with fire-red When you will truly care About us...
When my mind will go, I will not dare to say hello, And when my body will run away, I will become crazy.
HELP ME! HELP ME! SOMEBODY!!!! PLEASE, please, Save me...oh, ah.
Please...
Is there a chance to fly away? Is there a chance to realize That everything around me is a complete lie, Which came from my own, own mouth And I am a maker of this prison-cell, prison cell, prison cell, prison cell, oh, come on, fuck off! Oh!!!
I don't like this place, I don't like this place, I need to run, get out, oh I need to get out of here, I need to get, get out. I don't like this sun, I don't like this wind, this rain, I don't like this cross...I have to run, to get out of here!!!