Из альбома: Kulturkatzenjammer
Stand tall baby,
wait for the real thing.
Feed yourself with the silver spoon
you used to detest.
Stand proud baby,
you’re absurd in the real world;
any moment you could cause
the skies to fall.
Hold your horses Cinderella,
don’t rush for the crown.
Whatever you have lost,
you better forget it now.
Although it’s written in the back of your mind,
your mind is yours only.
The sweetest days often got to waste from the very morning.
So please, stop naming the hours after long forgotten flowers that are not for you to pick
and instead go and find a way to keep your eyes wide open to everything.
It’s not like watching television:
we have sins and we have visions,
we have love, love, love.
There’s not a thing we don’t remember,
anyway, we don’t surrender anymore,
anymore.
(Gracias a Xris Pulvesade por esta letra)