Lyrics

Look at bright blue sky
Idols play there with gods
Touch the stars with your hands
Feel how cold they are?

I recall eternity ?
On and on winding stairs?
So I am in hurry
At the meeting with myself

Motion and death
The pulse?s suggest
Motion and death
Motion and death
A trifle is rest

Be aware of
Empty dreams at night
When alone you are
And no one cares
It gets cold inside
When morning lacks light,
When woman makes love
With a woman

Motion and death
The pulse?s suggest
Motion and death
Motion and death
A trifle is rest