Once, somewhere at the end of the rainbow, I saw my golden jug.
Even though I knew the way, I was left alone again at the crossroads.
There was an unnamed longing in my eyes. like a sour life, a sip,
A lonely cry from somewhere in the chest will fly into the abyss.
I wanted to be strong, I thought it would be easier,
I wanted to be smart, I know more, I understand less,
I wanted to be honest, I lie to myself,
I wanted to be good, damn it I still have it under my skin.
I don't know where to go or maybe stand,
Who will support me when my legs start to wobble,
Give me a hand , will help you get up,
And when you start to feel afraid on the road,
I will not have the strength to give more of myself again,
Who will help push my stone .
I wanted to find the meaning, the meaning disappeared in the fog,
I wanted to be true to myself, I got lost somewhere,
I wanted After a while, I fell in love with the end, I was left alone,
I wanted to go my own way, I wander through the wilderness there.
I no longer know where to go, or maybe where to stand,
Who will support me when my legs start to wobble,
Give me a hand, help me get up,
And when I start to feel afraid,
There is not enough strength to give more of myself again,
Who will help push my stone.
I am going to look for these answers in the dark forest,
Maybe they are not there, maybe time is just passing by.
I am going to look for these answers in the dark forest.
I don't know where to go anymore, or maybe to stand,
Who will support me when my legs start to break? I'm swaying,
Give me some water, help me get up.
I'm going to look for these answers in the dark forest,
Maybe they aren't there, maybe time is just passing by.
I'm going to look for these answers in the dark forest,
Maybe they are not there, maybe only time is passing.
I'm going to look for these answers in the dark forest,
Maybe not he has them, maybe only time passes.
My eyes keep losing meaning like a child in the fog.
There is no end to this road, I am not there.
When, where there, at the end of the rainbow, I saw my golden jug.
Even though I knew the way, I was left alone again at the crossroads.

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