(H.brockmann):there's no regret when you are driven by the anger
You're always proud of every single thing you do
(G.adamo):living the day and never waiting for tomorrow
You work so hard to try to realize your dream
(H.brockmann):but when the days are turning
Cold there's no easy way to live, nothing to believe in
You realize that you're alone, nobody cares about your fears
(G.adamo):running away I feel like running out of tempo
A sea of deceiving lies punctured my wheels
(H.brockmann):you keep on moving in your usual vicious circle
There's something brewing but you are too blind to see
(G.adamo):but "by the end of our days we'll have
Learned what we need to know and to forget”
That's what they say, but I don't care if I'm just making a big mess
Spread your wings,you will find a new tomorrow
Come with me, on the road to paradise
Stop moaning, there's nothing good in that
Spread your wings, live your own way and burn your fears
