I watched the sky and wondered why
It takes trouble to exist
I've tried to find solutions
But I did not find no problem, no
Do we always follow a hidden line?
Entrophy - warm or cold ?
I heard a mysterious voice
Screaming for its baby - terrified
I felt the scream right in my flesh
The chill made hair rise on my neck
It is life that we've lost !
Not the sense of all behind
We are here to stay, not to save others souls - anyway
We've got to know what will happen
We can't see what will last
We've had some intercauses with power
We played with sparks and petrol
Keen on might - not on what has been
Our mind's a matchbox to a mountain
"Flying high - touch the sky"
There's definetely no answer to the question: "Why ?"