Tekst :
Tell me, is it a crime when I look in your eyes,searching inside for the right words and time?
hoping you won t turn your back at me,
hoping you ll understand.
where is you home, tell me, where is your dream,
in the depths of your soul, tell me, what do you see?
whatever will fade without a trace
love remains
REF:
I believe in love
I believe in you
I believe in love
whatever will fade without a trace
love remains
well, you don t know the goal when you jump on a train,
seems like changing the tracks the impossible thing.
you wish you could do it all over again,
wish you could turn back time.
but there s something in life that nobody can buy
there s something inside us that noone should hide
time has come to leave this place
love remains
REF...
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Tekst :
Trapped in a nightmare called lifeWith no sign of exit I am gonna die
My soul is filled with hate
Can t see through my anger
My selfconfidence has been dead for years
How can I live this life
I ve been destroyed a thousand times
Still try to stand tall
Don t know how long I can fight back
With the rope around my neck
You get feed of my misery
Stabbing the knife deep in my back
I can t run and hide from myself
Selfdestructive schizophrenic behaviour
Can t run away form myself
There s no way to escape
Don t know how long I can fight back
With the rope around my neck
Cutting myself wide open
Release the blood
Watch the madman float away
But not knowing it s killing me
Cutting myself wide open
Release the blood
Im slippin away as it s
Pumping out of my body
Tekst :
Des images me reviennentcomme le souvenir tendre
d une ancienne ritournelle
autre fois en décembre
Je me souviens il me semble
des jeux qu on inventait ensemble
je retrouve dans un sourire
la flamme des souvenirs
Doucement un écho
comme une braise sous la cendre
un murmure à mi-mots
que mon c ur veut comprendre
Je me souviens il me semble
des jeux qu on inventait ensembles
je retrouve dans un sourire
la flamme des souvenirs
De très loin un écho
comme une braise sous la cendre
un murmure a mi-mots
que mon c?ur veut comprendre
une ancienne ritournelle
loin du froid de décembre.