| Is this your promised land? |
| Is this what you really want? |
| Is this your fucking way? |
| Is this your life or not? |
| Do you really believe in god? |
| Do you really belive in men? |
| Did you ever really fall in love? |
| Do you really understand the sense? |
| Can you feel the rhythm of your heart? |
| Can you hear what I’m singing now? |
| I’ve got my credit card, |
| I’ve got my tv-set, |
| I know the paths of stars |
| But I dont know myself. |
| We live in wasted land |
| We live in empty rooms |
| There are the broken monuments |
| There are a thousand stupid books |
| Can you feel the rhythm of your heart? |
| Can you hear what I’m singing now? |
| In our foggy towns |
| We are the shadows of being |
| Our silly heads in clouds |
| Our thoughts like smoke from chimneys. |
| Can you feel the rhythm of your heart? |
| Can you hear what I’m singing now? |
| The power of freedom |
| The power of spaces |
| Is making me stronger |
| I’m living the wrong way. |
| The power of spaces |
| The power of freedom |
| Is making me stronger |
| I can turn back the river. |
| Rhythm! |
| Feel the rhythm! |
| Feel the rhythm! |
| River… |
| Back the river! |
| Back the river! |
| In the name of the father, |
| In the name of his only son, |
| In the name of my fucking, little dirty life, |
| I wanna try to forget |
| The stupid things I’ve done |
| I wanna have one more try… |
| I wanna have one more try… |
| I wanna have… |
| Turn back the river! |
| Turn back the river! |
| Rhythm! |
| Feel the rhythm! |
| Feel the rhythm! |
| River… |
| Back the river! |
| Back the river! |