Too brief to know my name
I wander the roads of this life
Too weak to say
"I'll quit this game"
So-called feelings are holding me tight
'Cause fear replaces
Your wishes and solid mind
And likely embraces
Your soul and dries your tears

Thus finally it's me that I see
In the mirror - a friend of mine
And finally I can drop my fancy dress
And live for the first and last time
And finally I'm becoming me
By leaving this world behind
And finally I can say
"I quit this game"
Instead of flowing down so blind

And finally it's me that I see
In the mirror - a friend of mine
And finally I can drop my fancy dress
And live for the first and last time
Finally I'm becoming me
By leaving this world behind
And finally I can say
"I quit this game"
Instead of flowing down so blind
Instead of flowing down so blind
Instead of flowing down so blind