All my 74 brave soldiers Couldn’t save my country today -silly queen – i had to tell myself -where were your thoughts yesterday-
as i fed my own monsters in my bed had ambitions high as the Great wall dancing tango on the sharpest edge i was crazy believing i would not fall.
Where’s the key to peace - And how much does it cost? I can not put together my hundred thoughts Even money can not save what was built on dirt The bricks of my castle are falling apart slowly.
I would even dare to strip away my soul If i’d only believe it could help But it only drags my emptiness deeper As i search for the crown lost in hell
But i’m calm calm calm As an apple on the ground I know – my seeds will still grow Therefore i know i need A new sun indeed And it’s gonna be: Bright and apple green!