(h. brockmann) : there's no regret when you are driven by the anger
you're always proud of every single thing you do
(g. adamo) : living the day and never waiting for tomorrow
you work so hard to try to realize your dream

(h. brockmann) : but when the days are turning
cold there's no easy way to live, nothing to believe in
you realize that you're alone, nobody cares about your fears
(g. adamo) : running away I feel like running out of tempo
a sea of deceiving lies punctured my wheels

(h. brockmann) : you keep on moving in your usual vicious circle
there's something brewing but you are too blind to see
(g. adamo) : but "by the end of our days we'll have
learned what we need to know and to forget"
that's what they say, but I don't care if I'm just making a big mess

spread your wings, you will find a new tomorrow
come with me, on the road to paradise
stop moaning, there's nothing good in that
spread your wings, live your own way and burn your fears