(Those pure and virgin apprehensions I had   From the beginning, and that warmth I felt when   I was young were the best unto this day   I knew that there is much more to...)      These days will be forever mine   ...Find   (...So I celebrate again...)      Now I am standing here among your faces   A new constellation   Enfold me, share my confidence   Awake now, you should be there at every turn   All prevalent images confirm the spirit   To search for an answer   Am I worthy of recalling my deepest well   From where all waters torn off?      I'll break free   Confusion will be the audience of my existence   The euphoric sense of the flying   Defines me and my inner dance      (...To seem the stranger falls my lot)   Yet all your glowing eyes reflecting slumber   They long for a distance   Have I seen them on the edge of dreams   Or been there   I don't know whatever that means      I'll break free   Confusion will be the audience of my existence   The euphoric sense of the flying   Defines me and my inner dance      I see a broken (clown) man   A paralyzed shape without form   The past lapping him   Like a cloak of   Pain      The more he vanished into the dark   The deeper I felt a serious loss in my heart   But I guess it must be the flag of my disposition   Not to    But to follow the crowd      I'll break free   Confusion will be the audience of my existence   The euphoric sense of the flying   Blindfolded and turning into swans      (I didn't know that they were born or should die, but   I know that it is easy to forget what I came for   Among so many who have always lived here...)