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Something went wrong |
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I don't know why and how strong |
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It already has pulled me down onto the ground |
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Loss of control |
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I'm tumbling around |
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I don't know really what happened to me |
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And as I opened my eyes (it's like a miracle) |
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Things became more clearer inside (first seems invisible) |
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The truth hurts more than misery (almost inconceivable) |
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But for a moment I felt free (and then familiarly) |
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I'm searching in vain |
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For responses I've lost |
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In earlier times when I still knew whom I could trust |
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The truth before eyes |
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And the mirror in the hand |
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I place myself the question about the sense |
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And as I opened my eyes (it's like a miracle) |
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Things became more clearer inside (first seems invisible) |
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The truth hurts more than misery (almost inconceivable) |
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But for a moment I felt free (and then familiarly) |
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How many wonders we'll still see (nothing seems like before) |
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How long we'll be able to believe (there is always hope) |
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And how much time will pass us by (we are waiting for) |
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Until the moment if we die (together, forever) |
