Someone finally stop the world, I'm getting off
At the first station, now, here!
Someone finally stop the world because I'm getting off
I don't want to run through my life out of breath
As if on a spinning wheel I spin involuntarily
I lose the plot and days
And some devil keeps telling me: hurry up!
And what is life? it's there to live
To ask yourself: to have or to be
And after all, life is to live
Before the spinning wheel bursts
Someone stop the world, I'm getting off
At the first station, now, here!
I don't want to race with anyone anymore, I'm losing strength
I don't want to run through life without breath
I will waste time, look for good stars
Stare at the holes in the sky
I will love you as long as possible
For that I don't waste the twilights, the mornings
Nor the nights, the days...
As if on a wheel, I spin involuntarily
I lose the thread and the days< br/>And some devil keeps telling me: hurry up!
And life is for living
To ask myself: to have or to be
A After all, life is meant to be lived
Before the spinning wheel bursts

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