Barbed wire of rusty feelings
pierces 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 strongly love
no longer believing in God, which is a pity
we don't want to be different anymore,
and we walk in ruts of rules
Isn't it time to take a look
life honestly in sight Barbed wire of rusty feelings
pricks every inch of us,
and somewhere out there someone is waiting for us to give him 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
Isn't it time to take a look
life honestly in sight