If the winter smiled to me and said: “The summer sunlight’s coming here, so what are you waiting for!” - then I would be too much afraid like never before To touch the Sun again
May it be the price that we are paying for The Will of Fate, it’s kind of poisoned cure Now that you leave the 86-th floor You’ve found your own way out, your Ariadne’s Clue
At the Sundown I left all my dreams So I am doomed to an endless twilight dance now and for good Oh, If I only had a chance to touch the Sun and die Instead of being living dead