A barbed wire of rusty feelings,
pricks every inch of us.
What's left of childish illusions,
crushed by reality.
Barbed wire of rusty thoughts
pricks every part of the mind.
We can only hate a lot
and run away from ourselves.
We no longer hear the sound of the waves,
we no longer see miracles,
we no longer feel the taste of tears,
cried before we meet love.
We can no longer love strongly,
we no longer believe in God, which is a pity
we don't want to be different anymore,
and we walk in ruts of rules
Chorus:
Isn't it time to face life honestly?
Isn't it time to face life honestly?
A barbed wire of rusty feelings,
pricks every inch of us.
And somewhere out there, someone is waiting for us to give them a hand.
We no longer hear the sound of the waves,
we no longer see miracles,
we no longer feel the taste of tears,
cried before we meet love.
Chorus:
Isn't it time to face life honestly?
Isn't it time to face life honestly?
Barbed wire of rusty thoughts
pricks every part of the mind.
We can only hate a lot
and run away from ourselves.
We no longer hear the sound of the waves,
we no longer see miracles,
we no longer feel the taste of tears,
cried before we meet love.
We can no longer love strongly,
we no longer believe in God, which is a pity
we don't want to be different anymore,
and we walk in ruts of rules
Chorus:
Isn't it time to face life honestly?
Isn't it time to face life honestly? (repeated)