Today I get up at first
I look at the golden-purple sky
trying to understand the world
and a ball spinning in me
what next, then want to know me
all that was somewhere fled
if life is not my dream
and there around the corner I see hell
maybe I'm wrong again
or maybe it's the usual illusion
rotating the ball in my dream
maybe not
and so on without end, the end

Looking at the sky
trying to understand
trying to remember the childhood
go back to those times
where two tanks were tanks
not a symbol of war
Today I want to say to everyone
Why? Why?
why this world is hiding something from us
Well, why

When the whole sea storm curtain
and suddenly it explains the spirit
whether it is a miracle?
whether it is the imagination?
Why not have answers
A few people wrote books
who thinks
be a magician of stone
liberated innuendo and murder
liberated racism and science
liberated themselves from the curtain
So now the time to pay for the sins of
and rent for life

Looking at the sky
trying to understand
trying to remember the childhood
go back to those times
where two tanks were tanks
not a symbol of war
Today I want to say to everyone
Why? Why?
why this world is hiding something from us
Well, why

Someone tell me?

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