Nothing is real for you
Your life is a phantom
You learn it when the sun comes down
And dies in your dream tomb
People are not so good
You live like a stranger
Your last hope is not so cruel
And you're trying to say her:
That's the price I pay
Come to me and I'll say -
"Can you save me?"
That's my "cherry" life
I take a sparkle knife
And nothing is real to me
Your dream will not come true
You live in a prison
The strings of your soul are too tight
You can't find the reason
Everything you can do
Becomes only asche
Sitting behind the gates
Like gin in die flasche
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