We are old now that the world it controls us

So little time to live

But always plenty of time to die

I'll stay here in my room

I promise to close the door and hate the world

Together with everyone who also hates the world

I'll talk about you and how you were a bitch to me

Sorry Cheury, more a moment like it

Standing here on the street

Screaming at each other

What's the use of doing that?

Standing in front to light of ignorance

Thinking that we know of all

But nor have the control

Sometimes we have to fly

Sometimes we have to anchor

I know that is hard to you stop

You dreams are much important to you

Sorry Cheury, more a moment like it

Standing here on the street

Screaming at each other

What's the use of doing that?

Oh Cheury I don't love and you don't love me

It is truth, Cheury!

Oh Cheury I don't love and you don't love me

It is truth, Cheury!

Sorry Cheury, more a moment like it

Standing here on the street

Screaming at each other

What's the use of doing that?