From corner to corner, From wall to wall. Trying to flying, But always fall. Through long corridors of soul Walking, something looking for. You are seeking the only truth, But this process brings no fruits
Seeking truth inside You have lost your soul and mind
Somewhere, very high And maybe higher than the sky It’s a great feeling That can make me fly
And now everething Seems like the truth. So every day brings You new small truth. Today it is a greed And tomorrow's hate And it doesn’t matter What was yesterday.
These little things Can be so strong, That it can't seem, That they are wrong.
Seeking the whole thing inside Itself between its parts — It is pointless waste of time, It is the way to emptiness
Somewhere, very high And maybe higher than the sky It’s a great feeling That can make me fly
The real truth is not, what you can feel inside you. The real truth is that, inside what you can feel yourself complete.
Somewhere, very high And maybe higher than the sky It’s a great feeling That can make me fly