Where will I find you on the other side of the tightrope writing about your fear, as a visit with the exiled writers. You survived all the burning fields of dissidents in the East and arrived as the beauty, into the gap with me.
Refrain:
Another brick is falling from the isle of you, another brick is falling down, from the isle of you.
Stay under the lama in our grand parade, it's not like Mardi Gras more like a passion, not a revolution in your sign. In the ashes of a knight the part was played, a drama gripped in fright behind the curtain. About those who stayed too long.
Refrain:
Can you imagine, a flower, with petals of steel and you as it's pistil, surrounded. Kannst du dir vorstellen
