Small island in the sea of apathy… Lost ships are searching for their destiny. The leaden-coloured waves surround the land...
Who are these people sitting on the sand? Why did they come here? I can't understand. How did they get here? What is their way? Roulades are drawing me. I want to stay.
I don't know why you came to the island. I don't know what you're waiting for. We are singing and breaking the silence Like I haven't ever done before. We’ll burst into the night like the fresh wind Opening our hearts to the world. We’ll break all the stereotypes and We’ll cross all the made-up boards.
It’s not a chance that we are here together. Maybe we can change the world, we can make it better. It’s not a chance that we are here together. Maybe we can change the world, we can make it better.
The people sitting on the velvet sand Are usual, and they even don't pretend To be the overmen, but I can see That they are just a little bit more free.
Small island in the sea of apathy… Oasis in the desert of despondency… Some people think we are the crazy ones, But we are full of joy and harmony.
I don't know why you came to the island. I don't know what you're waiting for. We are singing and breaking the silence Like I haven't ever done before. We’ll burst into the night like the fresh wind Opening our hearts to the world. We’ll break all the stereotypes and We’ll cross all the made-up boards.
It’s not a chance that we are here together. Maybe we can change the world, we can make it better. It’s not a chance that we are here together. Maybe we can change the world, we can make it better.