By Edgar Kazarov Spinner – Happiness Flurried, Not able to be calm, Trying to get away from heath That surrounds him on the road, Which was chosen by the hurt Calling, Yelling all out Whish her every second near Not to let her feel outcast In this waves of broken glass But happiness Comes from state of mind Every open door Gives a way to escape Looking at the past Doesn’t bring the rest Time is going on But f eelings stay the same Only thoughts can make This pain away Fading, Slowly going down Finding loneliness of mind All that thoughts, they make him blind Feelings buried by the sound Wake up Someone, wake him up There’s a hope that fears Are just made from dust All he needs is trust But happiness Comes from state of mind Every open door Gives a way to escape Looking at the past Doesn’t bring the rest Time is going on But f eelings stay the same Only thoughts can make This pain away Flurried, Not able to be calm, Trying to get away from heath That surrounds him on the road, Which was chosen by the hurt But happiness Comes from state of mind