Foggy day, no sun
Grey horizon, bad atmosphere
No musical mood, it's crisis relity
Must realize our dreams before anything,
We must scape from the ordinary way of life
Way of life like this
Must realize our dreams again,
We must escape from this solitude
Signs of the future we must obey
It's ours through scape.
Tired legs and arms
Sleepy head and eyes
No inspiration, no hope, no money
Bad information
Must realize our dreams again
We must scape from this solitude
Signs of the future we must obey
Science of the future we must obey
It's our through scape