Whenever the aim is to find inspiration You will never succeed Whenever the trial and error is working In the end you will lose
After the cause is known and expected Truth is always cruel and the words make it worse The thing must be what you've wanted Truth is always cruel and is not what you’ve asked for When the time comes to carry on Will there be strength to move along?
No magic here makes your days You have the nerve - you will find a way
The further the aim – you have your legs And if you can’t move – you have your brain When the hope dies, it’s the murder If your dreams vanish, you’re the robber
Whenever the aim is to find inspiration You will never succeed Whenever the trial and error is working In the end you will lose After the cause is known and expected Truth is always cruel and the words make it worse
The thing must be what you've wanted Truth is always cruel and is not what you’ve asked for It’s on the inside, it’s all on the inside Can’t you see now, can’t you see?
No magic here makes your days You have the nerve - you will find a way There's no magic that makes your days You have the nerve - you will find a way Will you have that strength to move along?