Is this your promised land?

Is this what you really want?

Is this your fucking way?

Is this your life or not?

Do you really believe in god?

Do you really belive in men?

Did you ever really fall in love?

Do you really understand the sense?

Can you feel the rhythm of your heart?

Can you hear what I’m singing now?

I’ve got my credit card,

I’ve got my tv-set,

I know the paths of stars

But I dont know myself.

We live in wasted land

We live in empty rooms

There are the broken monuments

There are a thousand stupid books

Can you feel the rhythm of your heart?

Can you hear what I’m singing now?

In our foggy towns

We are the shadows of being

Our silly heads in clouds

Our thoughts like smoke from chimneys.

Can you feel the rhythm of your heart?

Can you hear what I’m singing now?

The power of freedom

The power of spaces

Is making me stronger

I’m living the wrong way.

The power of spaces

The power of freedom

Is making me stronger

I can turn back the river.

Rhythm!

Feel the rhythm!

Feel the rhythm!

River…

Back the river!

Back the river!

In the name of the father,

In the name of his only son,

In the name of my fucking, little dirty life,

I wanna try to forget

The stupid things I’ve done

I wanna have one more try…

I wanna have one more try…

I wanna have…

Turn back the river!

Turn back the river!

Rhythm!

Feel the rhythm!

Feel the rhythm!

River…

Back the river!

Back the river!