You're tired of all your imitation friends
 And your job of course is boring
 And when you're at home and you sit before the fire
 And you look into the flames, then you see
 You gotta leave in the early morning
 You wanna go there where your friends will be friends
 And your job, a vacation trip
 And the dark days, oh sunny moments
 But even when I try and I try so hard to leave you here alone
 It's not easy, I'm almost chained

 Hurry, hurry, hurry
 Before the time [bad word] too fast
 And then you'll never reach your kind and careless places
 Hurry, hurry, hurry
 Before the time [bad word] too fast
 And then you'll never see your kind and friendly faces

 Here in the field, one by one, with our last bits of food
 We're patiently waiting for the daybreak
 Till something is happening that just faded away
 In [bad word] tired minds, still the remembrance
 Oh my mind aches
 Maybe you're ill, but you try to rise to get a view of the scene
 To see a handful of glory
 Fascinated by what you've seen, you return to here
 To the lost glorious ages

 Hurry, hurry, hurry
 Before the time [bad word] too fast
 And then you'll never reach your kind and careless places
 Hurry, hurry, hurry
 Before the time [bad word] too fast
 And then you'll never see your kind and friendly faces

 All I need is something else inside that changes me
 I wish something were happening here to me