| Song | My Paradise |
| Artist | Ecliptica |
| Album | Impetus |
| 作曲 : Winkler | |
| I stranded somewhere, where I don’t want to be. | |
| Heat makes me blind now I cannot see, | |
| the exit of this labyrinth. | |
| I’m caught in a nightmare, surrounded by fools | |
| and at least I am forced to play by their rules. | |
| A golden cage in a lonely place! | |
| After the rain there will be sunshine, so they say... | |
| Where is the storm, which will hunt those clouds away? | |
| I will not wait until tomorrow | |
| So I move on, further | |
| Away – To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. | |
| (Far away) | |
| To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. | |
| Smoke spitting factories covers the south. | |
| Headache comes daily and dust in my mouth. | |
| A dark place made of greedy might! | |
| Some monsters of metal are passing the streets. | |
| Managers are acting with dirty deeds. | |
| Yeah, I know that I do not fit in. | |
| After the rain there will be sunshine, so they say... | |
| Where is the storm, which will hunt those clouds away? | |
| I will not wait until tomorrow | |
| So I move on, further | |
| Away – To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. | |
| (Far away) | |
| To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. |
| zuò qǔ : Winkler | |
| I stranded somewhere, where I don' t want to be. | |
| Heat makes me blind now I cannot see, | |
| the exit of this labyrinth. | |
| I' m caught in a nightmare, surrounded by fools | |
| and at least I am forced to play by their rules. | |
| A golden cage in a lonely place! | |
| After the rain there will be sunshine, so they say... | |
| Where is the storm, which will hunt those clouds away? | |
| I will not wait until tomorrow | |
| So I move on, further | |
| Away To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. | |
| Far away | |
| To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. | |
| Smoke spitting factories covers the south. | |
| Headache comes daily and dust in my mouth. | |
| A dark place made of greedy might! | |
| Some monsters of metal are passing the streets. | |
| Managers are acting with dirty deeds. | |
| Yeah, I know that I do not fit in. | |
| After the rain there will be sunshine, so they say... | |
| Where is the storm, which will hunt those clouds away? | |
| I will not wait until tomorrow | |
| So I move on, further | |
| Away To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. | |
| Far away | |
| To where I will stay. | |
| The place of my dreams is my own little paradise. |