Every day the same game begins.

♪♫...♥...♫♪

 

Everyone are asking where are you from and what you're doing,

for them it's enough that you have a name.

Don't try to tell stories and tell them about yourself,

because instead of you they just see a face

 

(...)

 

Every day the same game begins

and reminds your childhood dreams.

You want to break a tile of glass, yet it bends

and everyone are there, and in front there's you.

You want to break a tile of glass, yet it bends

and everyone are there, and in front there's you.

 

(...)

 

Every morning while looking through the dirty window

I try to believe that the fog will disappear,

That I'll be able to touch something again for real

and a miracle will happen - the tile of glass will disappear

 

So I walked away...

...And no one said stay...

Done