Verse: Look like our lifetime flows Here it comes, here it goes Giving merci, awaiting thorns Simple rule of the universe. Heath will find it’s pain Poison comes to cure Don’t rely on what you’ve gained Afterwards you lose much more Sun turns, throwing light Someone’s burnt for someone’s pride
Chorus: Sonne, sunshine, soleil Attracts to light Those who don’t have wings Are forced to hide
Verse: Put on your dirty wings No. Better take from those who fell Have no fear, it’s good to mix Hope, tears, heaven, hell. Sun is living on your face You’re dead, alive again Born in depths, gone in space Hell, heaven, falling, pain.
Chorus: Sonne, sunshine, soleil You cannot hide You have no wings But you forced to fly