Now I’m gonna tell you a sacred thing: When I just look inside My broken invisible Ways to follow the pleasant dream, I get the only response, The voices whisper to me: “There are all the doors opened, wherever you come in, But when the midnight comes, your wheels may turn into a pumpkin. There’s no remedy For your destiny Everything you’ve had’s lost in yesterday.
You believe In some power or God, Which every moment creeps up behind To forgive, Or to show you the hellfire On the edge of your life. Imagine the great power! Will it worry about me To notice under which table I’ve put my gum!? Oh, I’m not clear!
You wanna be clear and shine like a gold - The Universe will always stay cold. Nobody looks from the sky who you are Just remember, we’ve been a part of star.