We're strangers, but we have to be
A part of this mystery;
Call me and I'll be here to meet
The day of the new disease.
The worm inside my crooked brain
Will suffer from the cruel pain,
And we'll believe in love again
While dancing in the summer rain.

No wars, no sadness, no true lies
Beneath the silent skies;
Too much to love, too less to die,
Too far to reach the night.
In this illusion we are friends
Until our lifetime ends;
But none of us stays in this land,
We shade out, hand in hand.

But if we could erase the shades
We'd stay blind in the scorching haze;
No way to go, no God to pray,
The light would burn our endless space.
I see two roads ahead of me,
And we must choose just one true path.
The path to God leads through the sin,
And in the end death waits for us.