Sam Ze Sobą Songtext
von Fate

A touch of your word, I dance on the edge
Encouraged by millions of looks down
It makes that only drop of my wounded will
Falls on the heads of fixed spectators

When I stay in the zone of my imagination
When there′s no one above me
Sacred people, sacred faith, sacred speech
I see signs of blindness and desire


In silence where you are
But you aren't next to me
When your fear and questions
Are falling down on me
Mystic eyes, someone′s calling god - maybe
Where meaning lives and target with no name
Lack of your word, I dance of the edge
Someone's says: "it's so beautiful below"
And pull the hand with a sneer
"Curious, how much you want
For selling god today?"