You hear a tone Inside yourself Each of your steps brings the end nearer, nearer Burning eyes Face is a picture Your dreams belong to the past and the same again Dipping tired in the pale expression in the nightmare of the daily routine You don't enjoy a rising day thus you look forward to the night And again great pains were taken in vain Made your touch send a chill down my spine Made your words send a chill down my spine You mark the days off in a calendar screaming loudly: "I will change everything!"