Went outside not knowing where to go
Carrying myself into the parade of a drowsy crowd
I steal gestures and words on the go
What was I looking for?
Maybe I could find it after all?

Petal falls in an underpass dirt
These western stares, but I’m a a solid east
Hello, beloved [butterfly] net of stone
This usual trade around: Wonder Moscow

Wanted recognition, but it turned out to be the opposite:
Jealousy, gossip, sufferings are now a sign of quality
They said, I’m over now, my source had dried up
But aftеr a fresh slap in the face, I won’t brеak in any way!

So I trusted God, and the Lord has spoken:
“Let this wild weed that’s wet with tears grow”
So I trusted God, and the Lord has spoken:
“Let this wild weed that’s wet with tears grow”

This is the way
And there is no other
This is the way

Wanted recognition, but it turned out to be the opposite:
Jealousy, gossip, sufferings are now a sign of quality
They said, I’m over now, my source had dried up
But after a fresh slap in the face, I won’t break in any way!
So I trusted God