Happiness, more or less
Still try to touch the sky
The wind still blows under my wings
Join with me or die
To be a blind man, to stand behind the obvious
Did you stop man?
The music never goes away
But you refused to take an exit on your way
And where you go to?
You are riding with no path
God’s no longer in your heart
You know you are old machine
Surprise no longer, no longer diamonds in your eyes
You think you are stronger
So why do you worry all the time?
You are not growing older, you just forgot how to be young
You think it over, and then return to blind
Happiness, more or less
Still try to break my chains
I think i remember another way
Maybe I have a chance
To take a step
The wheels will start to move again
I want to be the one
Who wants to be a better man
To stand under the sun
To be blessed from the rain
To forget my past while I remember everything…