T.B.T.R.
Is this your promised land?
Is this what you really want?
Is this your fucking way?
Is this your life or not?
Do you really believe in god?
Do you really belive in men?
Did you ever really fall in love?
Do you really understand the sense?
Can you feel the rhythm of your heart?
Can you hear what I'm singing now?
I've got my credit card,
I've got my tv-set,
I know the paths of stars
But I dont know myself.
We live in wasted land
We live in empty rooms
There are the broken monuments
There are a thousand stupid books
Can you feel the rhythm of your heart?
Can you hear what I'm singing now?
In our foggy towns
We are the shadows of being
Our silly heads in clouds
Our thoughts like smoke from chimneys.
Can you feel the rhythm of your heart?
Can you hear what I'm singing now?
The power of freedom
The power of spaces
Is making me stronger
I'm living the wrong way.
The power of spaces
The power of freedom
Is making me stronger
I can turn back the river.
Rhythm!
Feel the rhythm!
Feel the rhythm!
River…
Back the river!
Back the river!
In the name of the father,
In the name of his only son,
In the name of my fucking, little dirty life,
I wanna try to forget
The stupid things I've done
I wanna have one more try…
I wanna have one more try…
I wanna have…
Turn back the river!
Turn back the river!
Rhythm!
Feel the rhythm!
Feel the rhythm!
River…
Back the river!
Back the river!
