(Hinkel)      Can you picture yourself on a paper plane   on a wind of change   And which direction will take you away   Will it have the range      And if you still believe in your dreams   And if they make you see   It's all depending on this careless games      Can you gather yourself from the seeds of love   just for a lark   Or will you watch the world through your colourful glass   even when it's dark      And if you still believe in your dreams   And they will make you see   It's all depending on this careless games      Who's the master ?who's the slave      Is it true when you tell me there's a place in the sky   where you can change your mind   Can you see through this mirror without seeing yourself   when it's you who cries      And if you still believe in your dreams   And they will make you see   It's all depending on this careless games      The dice have been casted   The world is wasted ?goin' down down down      We're goin' down