Come close people and don’t be afraid Follow me all of you, come deep down Enter the fright of a cave full of butterflies The pain of their iron wings I’ve never felt at all
In the blackness of the tiny cave A power is growing, it is made of wind It’s giving me a strength that I can’t control I feel it could blow all over the world
Since I was born, I’ve learnt to build walls And dig and the ground to hide from myself I made a cave all by myself My own secret place where guilt is concealed Mister Father came with his scary butterflies One wing for harshness and one wing for shame They passed through the door - that’s how they came They were trapped as rats, as a part of me That’s how they came
In the blackness of the tiny cave A power is growing, it is made of wind It’s giving me a strength that I can’t control I feel it could blow all over the world
Suddenly a huge storm Broke up my door And pushed so high On the top of the world I got a point of view That I would never dare I’ll free the butterflies
So that everyone pay Iron, horror, terror, destruction Father like son, but the world at my feet! The time has come to build the perfect age
Set Europe on fire Factory of death Impure people are slaves and animals The bliss is my goal My painting shall never fall
And now the world is a waste of ashes And dusts fluttering in the air I may be some god I may be some god!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
