Every rain,
every night,
naked moon,
his tender look,
smell of grass,
warm of days,
look like someone toke them a litle magic.

I muddle trough with eclat,
you know this,
only in dreams is comming back,
a thotught,that there,on the depth,
you stay your trace,
deep there,
your music is playing inside me.

There on the depth,
you stay your trace,
and my tear,
because world got wrong.

First snow,
your smile,
sounds of city,
colours of dreams,
his whisper,
every daylight,
look like someone toke them a litle magic.

Only for the sea,
i coul'd cofide,
like broken inside deep,
i'm on the depth,
only your trace,
deep somewhere,
your music,
inside me.

There on the depth,
you stay your trace,
and my tear,
because world got wrong.

Tell me,that on day,
go of well,
free my soul,
from your handgrip.

Because world got wrong.