All roads lead to hell but when you see the iron door
It's too late to remake yourself; back to the dealership
All roads die on earth
The dead have learned to be silent
And I cry I cry baby wo à Paradis City à Paradis City
And I cry I cry baby wou à Paradis City à Paradis City
All roads lead to hell and nothing belongs to you
May the colors of the immense sky one day in May start all over again
Tender is the night the illusions that die the ideas of happiness
I am a thief of eternity in a wounded world
And I cry I cry baby wo in Paradise City à Paradis City
And I cry I cry baby wo à Paradis City à Paradis City
Run! Course !
Short, short the wind filling the strange oranges of time
We are the puppets of time that stops
All roads lead to hell while the heart in the air
Hangs on the top of the lightning
All roads lead to hell but when you see the iron door
It's too late to remake yourself; return to the dealership
We don't know the great mystery
The helicopters arrive
And I cry I cry baby wo in Paradis City in Paradis City
And I cry I cry baby wo à Paradis City à Paradis City