Behind the Walls of Imagination
A garden wild, yet warm and delightful:
A paradise of comforting peace.
Sound and clear, a gentle touching atmosphere.
An open air, serene and refreshing;
And nature pure as it was created.
Sound and clear, a gentle touching atmoshpere.
Sedative ringing sounds surprise the sole intruding man.
He, who's used to the noise of lies,
And often changing stands;
The sacrifice of brother's hand, deceit with dubious plans.
A world that has gone to extremes and has failed.
People surround me, peacefully, I can tell.
I see in wonder, how our links and bonds fit well.
Their voices sing colourful and true;
An honesty I have never used.
Ambiguity never does appear;
And barriers of speech are not feared.
Harmonious singing - celestial bells I hear.
From all these people I have nothing to fear.
Their voices sing colourful and true;
An honesty I have never used.
Ambiguity never does appear;
And barriers of speech are not feared.
Sedative ringing sounds surprise the sole intruding man.
He, who's used to the noise of lies,
And often changing stands;
The sacrifice of brother's hand, deceit with dubious plans.
A world that has gone to extremes and has failed.
