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