When I look outside my window, down

Into the town,

I see so many empty people, walking down full streets,

Everyone has what he wants but no one what he needs.

When I look outside my widow,  down

Into the town,

I see so many advertisments, promising the paradise,

And humans infront of them whos empty eyes tell me :" its all lies"

When I look outside my window,down

Into the town,

I see all those people who don't live, they just survive

Are they are hearts even beating?

Are their souls still alive?

But when I look into myself,

Deep down I see ,

Another face in this crowd

Is not what I want to be ,

I don't want to live for money, 

I don't want to wait for paradise,

All I want is to be free

and a truth behind the lies.