It's Spring

	作词 : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles
	Spirit is like a finger in the paint of life
	I'm writing something at your door
	You have to come out to read what was written
	At your door stands a person who looks like you
	No sign - no letter - no message
	Movement is a color and time a shape
	To focus on - it needs time
	To leave the own creation
	Is a way to feel about sentences
	Placed in your heart
	Accepted as a law
	To break your will - to give a choice
	Which paint to use - which paint you use
	To color the world
	From outside the house
	Of black and white nightmares
	Planted long ago by the ones
	Without a home in their hearts
	They never read the message
	Written on their doors
	They never crossed the threshold
	So the world outside is yours!
	I'm writing something at your door
	You have to come out to read what was written
	At your door stands a person who looks like you
	To focus on - it needs time
	To leave the own creation
	Planted long ago by the ones
	Without a home in their hearts
	And they never read the message
	Written on their doors
	They never crossed the threshold
	So the world outside is yours!
	And they never read the message
	Written on their doors
	They never crossed the threshold
	So the world outside is yours!

	zuò cí : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles
	Spirit is like a finger in the paint of life
	I' m writing something at your door
	You have to come out to read what was written
	At your door stands a person who looks like you
	No sign no letter no message
	Movement is a color and time a shape
	To focus on it needs time
	To leave the own creation
	Is a way to feel about sentences
	Placed in your heart
	Accepted as a law
	To break your will to give a choice
	Which paint to use which paint you use
	To color the world
	From outside the house
	Of black and white nightmares
	Planted long ago by the ones
	Without a home in their hearts
	They never read the message
	Written on their doors
	They never crossed the threshold
	So the world outside is yours!
	I' m writing something at your door
	You have to come out to read what was written
	At your door stands a person who looks like you
	To focus on it needs time
	To leave the own creation
	Planted long ago by the ones
	Without a home in their hearts
	And they never read the message
	Written on their doors
	They never crossed the threshold
	So the world outside is yours!
	And they never read the message
	Written on their doors
	They never crossed the threshold
	So the world outside is yours!