Lyric

Every day the sky presses down on me more and more

But no one can fix me anymore

Let life break me, there is nothing strange about it

I learned to put myself back together every time anew…

Again I try to see her through the keyhole

I catch every rustle, but I don’t know why

All the gestalts are closed, all the corners are smoothed out

But I feel like I’m missing something again

I wander in a labyrinth from which there is no way out

I look for the one under every stone

But there is no Ariadna, no thread -

There is only the Minotaur and drama awaits me again…

Every day the sky presses down on me more and more

But no one can fix me anymore

Let life break me, there is nothing strange about it

I have learned to put myself back together every time

I roll a heavy stone up the mountain for the umpteenth time

But again at the very top it rolls down

I feel like a line of code in someone's program

Which must hunch over in an endless loop

Again fate is preparing to shoot at me

But my legs are frozen in place

All thoughts are tormented to the point of ugliness:

“What if…”, “You never know…”, “Or maybe…”, What if…”

Every day the sky presses down on me more and more

But no one can fix me anymore

Let life break me, there’s nothing strange about it

I’ve learned to put myself back together again every time…

My heart is broken - it can’t be glued back together

There is no love in me - I can only hurt

My hair curls like snakes

And turns all living things into stone…

Every day the sky presses down on me more and more

But no one can fix me anymore

Let life break me, there’s nothing strange about it

I’ve learned to put myself back together again every time…