The sun is dead The sun has taken you to fantasy That distant star Came up to the point of tragedy
Explosive dream Disrupts the meaning of eternity The sun is green Its rays are no more a kind of reality
The planet dies The planet lies in the hands of mystery Accepted size The smallest one in its history
I have to go 'cos I'm losing my reality But I can't see 'cos I am already blind I have to go 'cos I'm losing my serenity I have to leave 'cos I'd rather be alive
It smells like rain It smells like being in disharmony It feels like pain When nature suffers from my vanity
I have to go 'cos I'm losing my reality But I can't see 'cos I am already blind I have to go 'cos I'm losing my serenity I have to leave 'cos I'd rather be alive
I wanna fly to nowhere I wanna fly from my own home I wanna be a pilot The pilot of the planet soul I wanna see that nowhere And keep my feelings in my heart I wanna be a pilot The pilot of a dying starTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
