Every time after hard day
When i try to relax
I sit back in my armchair
And close my eyes

But suddenly
I fill that [bad word] 
Inside of me,
Its like a [bad word] 
And now i cant resist myself

It is a locked circle of mad satisfaction
That will exist eternally
 [bad word] its part just for a moment
I will never reach out

I will take my player
Put in my favourite disc
Press the "start Play" button
And hear this Broken Melody.

I will be satisfyed
Its my [bad word]  its my [bad word] 
I will reach the other side,
I will fly
I will fly away

And i will see a little paradise
With its own beasts and angels
And i will fill that i am involved
In this broken music

I will never reach out