Catching rare signs, intangible in day light
Over-educated, under-estimated
Flopping deep water fish, self made net is too tight
Shifting lences every time to watch a newer past
Hold your itchy heavy yoke with both your hands
Paying slavery with tears and gold again and again
Fading through the fingers, time, it never ends
Still everything has sense even if everything's in vain
Drifting, shifting all these amazing pictures
Unable to observe'em hidden by the fear
Close it in the cellar and jump over the fence
Just once, to see that everything has sense
Now everything has sense...
Now everything has sense.
Now everything has sense!