Floating, drifting, fading memories Riding, voicing, screaming silence Always on the run The fortune by our side Here on the tide Then we disappear And nobody's here Just faded years We are ready to feel something We are fetching falling wonders Turn the pages of the story Win the races catch the glory Squeezing, living, fully this time Grip it in one's hand don't let it slip Always in the sun Another photograph Another laugh Then, shivers of fear The days are going away And all is gray We are ready to feel something We are fetching falling wonders Turn the pages of the story Win the races catch the glory Don't drive your heart behind Grace the vault of the sky Wash away your pain Oh, now open wide your eyes Till you meet the light Wipe away this rain We are ready to feel something We are fetching falling wonders Turn the pages of the story Win the races catch the glory