It seems like yesterday A day like any other before A quite usual mood in the mind And nothing strange seems to going on But it feels But it feels For one moment It feels like I was born Time won't standing still The replay is running with The same slowly speed Echoes remain forever And more than ever I feel ground But it feels But it feels For one moment It seems like I would live a dream The past of tomorrow To follow the last I can see myself sitting In the waiting room It seems different now The second hand moved quietly forward And left its vertical being Dreaming the heavenly felling But it feels But it feels For one moment I believe I'm near Frequence's changed Background stays the same Lifting off to a higher level Sunday turns again The vision slips away And waits till destiny Burns a new candle The past of tomorrow To follow the last I can see myself On this sunday afternoon