-It´s ok to be a fool-,
glancing over the scars of my dreams.
Goodbye, days of my youth!
I leave myself to the flow and someday
I ´ll become an adult.
Does it mean that I´m getting dirty?
Only the ripen fruit gets picked,
before it´s sliced open with a knife and swallowed by someone.
We aimed for Shangri-la.
We coundn´t curb our desires,
We kept on seeking out a “freedom” wrapped in a fantasy.
I can say it now – here is paradise!
Goodbye, days of my youth
Even if I had to make my precious thing into a stepping stool
I wanted to grab the highest apple
I realized the preciousness of what I lost after I lost it. We´ re
childish and everything we do is off target .
The pressure of a contented life gives me an emotional instability.
I wish to fly away even if I might get injured, It´s okay to be a
fool-glancing over at the scars of my dreams . Goodbye – days
of my youth .
The shining sky attires itself with innocence, but know it all…
We aimed for Shangri-la, We couldn´t curb our dreams, We
kept on seeking out a “freedom” wrapped in a fantasy you´d
know your own capacity if you kept some distance . An
immature heart doesn´t even understand that.
I can say it now – here is paradise, Goodbye days of my youth.-It´s ok to be a fool-,
glancing over the scars of my dreams.
Goodbye, days of my youth!
I leave myself to the flow and someday
I ´ll become an adult.
Does it mean that I´m getting dirty?
Only the ripen fruit gets picked,
before it´s sliced open with a knife and swallowed by someone.
We aimed for Shangri-la.
We coundn´t curb our desires,
We kept on seeking out a “freedom” wrapped in a fantasy.
I can say it now – here is paradise!
Goodbye, days of my youth
Even if I had to make my precious thing into a stepping stool
I wanted to grab the highest apple
I realized the preciousness of what I lost after I lost it. We´ re
childish and everything we do is off target .
The pressure of a contented life gives me an emotional instability.
I wish to fly away even if I might get injured, It´s okay to be a
fool-glancing over at the scars of my dreams . Goodbye – days
of my youth .
The shining sky attires itself with innocence, but know it all…
We aimed for Shangri-la, We couldn´t curb our dreams, We
kept on seeking out a “freedom” wrapped in a fantasy you´d
know your own capacity if you kept some distance . An
immature heart doesn´t even understand that.
I can say it now – here is paradise, Goodbye days of my youth.




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