He longs for the light of spring Without knowing that glimmer In the dazing light, floating on pleasure Tyranny never ceases inside me Just walking on, that's all No progress And when you look aside you would finally realize It's an eye
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish They're almost the same
Watch out, don't freak out Time goes and burns out before you notice
Go and Stop
Who could decide that I should stop? And don't want for you to find the truth?
A blind and active comrade must be more harm than good Light reflected from blind eyes is not the true bright light He knows the being of light only as a matter of fact He wouldn't know it until he is dead
Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish They're almost the same
Watch out, don't freak out Time goes and burns out before you notice
Go and Stop Who could decide that I should stop? And don't want for you to know yourself?