Sometimes I say it's time to go. We live around the contrary. And I want get away, away from the change, From these deceitful scenes.. And I go ...
Sometimes I say it's time to go. We tear away the roses on the path And compress them into the exhaustion hands, We drag the load on the erased shoulders. These roses are needed by each in paradise.
And I go! Reach out hand and I will give everything And go ... And go ... I'm dangerous to be in your paradise.
And life showed me you through the lens of truth and a watchful eye, You bastards of being - each infection. Say what you all saints! Say! Do we want get away? How difficult it us to say What I be dangerously to your paradise.
And I go! Reach out hand and I will give everything And go ... And go ... I'm dangerous to be in your paradise.
Sometimes I say it's time to go. We tear away the roses on the path And compress them into the exhaustion hands, We drag the load on the erased shoulders. These roses are needed by each in paradise.