We are old now that the world it controls us
So little time to live
But always plenty of time to die

I'll stay here in my room
I promise to close the door and hate the world
Together with everyone who also hates the world
I'll talk about you and how you were a bitch to me

Sorry Cheury, more a moment like it
Standing here on the street
Screaming at each other
What's the use of doing that?

Standing in front to light of ignorance
Thinking that we know of all
But nor have the control

Sometimes we have to fly
Sometimes we have to anchor
I know that is hard to you stop
You dreams are much important to you

Sorry Cheury, more a moment like it
Standing here on the street
Screaming at each other
What's the use of doing that?

Oh Cheury I don't love and you don't love me
It is truth, Cheury!
Oh Cheury I don't love and you don't love me
It is truth, Cheury!

Sorry Cheury, more a moment like it
Standing here on the street
Screaming at each other
What's the use of doing that?