…Let me tell you a story Story of a man Who wants to be a god God of the wind He dressed to brown Brown leather clothes He used a bone mace And ate mushrooms He lived in the woods There trees are huge Only friends were…

…friend I'm alone in the centre of my universe Time is a file – if revealed it would be most unkind Better stop tryin' to change the past And try to find something that will last I walked on hoping someday Someone would come…

…You all have the same kind of lifestyles, you do to work, and slip of the raw violance, agains the kids and wifes, you roll the same circle like in muslim countries, the women have some product value, even the own block…

…Do you remember The 21st night of September? Love was changin' the minds of pretenders While chasin' the clouds away Our hearts were ringin' In the key that our souls were singin' As we danced in the night, remember How…

…colder of full path, but does it change anything, of you, is it easier alone to move. Then comes the emptyness, if you like it, everything is fine, otherwise its all the same beat, like if, your head is like a broken glass, it doesnt matter, what kind of music, is the walch.…

…that to the family, suddenly everything has changed from the start. i dont see you at all, but you still must always find the right hole. If you dont like closeness or pure love, you can always choose something else…

…sky's falling up The wind wraps itself with my lungs The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall The children of frost marched into the deadly dawn In their great awe they found an old seesaw And as they got on, the…