الكلمات الأصلية
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A passing landscape
Black clouds flying
My nails scraping my skin
A child is playing
A little flower's crying
I avert my eyes
The world tears me into hundred parts
I stay on my way!
We're running from our fate and blood
We're fleeing from friends and love
The way is wonderful, but where's the end
When will we stop?
We're chasing the pleasures of flesh
We're searching for delights of night
We push the time before us
So it will be over so fast…
I look at your face
But I can't see it
I step across everybody
I hunt for someone
But no one is good enough
No, I'd rather not avert my eyes
