You're always cold You're always sad You can't get more Than what you have When night is falling When all is quiet You get back home The morning comes Get out of bed The sun shines on Not in your head Imagining problems Inventing lies It helps your soul You want golden hair You want great affairs A sweet home in the fields And a potion for Eternal youth Never grow old and sad again You wanna run but You think you fly And when you fall The sorrow rises Imagining poems Inventing friends Who could help You want a boy Who calls you dear The only songs You wanna hear Are tearing your little heart out That's what you need You want valentine With good red wine A big black horse and A diamond ring and then you think To those things you already got