Don’t think about lie It’s strong nervine Occasion to cry. Occasion...cry that you are alive! Don’t think about lie
My mom says: ‘I so happy,you’re over the earth,almost have achieved stars’ My friend says: ‘I so love you,i so need in your news,you may tell about your youth’ My mom thinks: ‘My dear,you so foolish!Your wings will be hit!’ My friend thinks: ‘You’re going insane and sweet words is all you need’
Don’t think about lie It’s strong nervine Occasion to cry. Occasion...cry that you are alive! Don’t think about lie
If they don’t see your sun And don’t want to believe to you, Run away,run to the sun alone... Above all roofs, above their lie You must!
To the sun, to the sun... Above all roofs they’ve built Above their lie, it’s trifle To the sun, to the sun, to the sun...