Gorky Park - Stare, 1996 г.

I can't see you 
My visions gone but I can fly 
One step ahead and leave it all behind 

One step ahead from where I am 
little clam in a little shell inside 
 [bad word] sense of human cold 
From breeding mold and feeding lunacy 

Where high is high on digging gold 
 [bad word] away from being sold to me 

My mind glued to the ceiling 
Searching sense on an empty floor 

My body glued to the feeling 
Holding on behind the door 

Don't make me stay 
Raise your sails in the wind and pray 

I can't see you 
The light is out but I can feel 
I feel the snow that someone wrote my name on 

I feel the trenches on my skin 
The raven song I hear is still the same one 
My mind glued to the ceiling 
Searching sense on an empty floor 

My body glued to the feeling 
Holding on behind the door 

My tongue glued to the palate 
Hopes the wisdom is on the way 

My will mixed in a salad 
Soaking in day after day