…It says in the rules It's strictly for the cools to play their night games They play for their night games Always play one last frame Games of the night Every room is a different scene Everyone has a different dream They…

…is not a promise but a lie Found myself on the tracks Following my own traces Made myself my own shadow I am an empty frame Meaningless mess boils inside your head Can't let it out Maybe someday is all you can say That is not a promise but a lie Found myself on the tracks Following my own traces Made myself my own shadow…

…to chance Time, stand still, freeze this frame No doubts, everything that counts is here and now So close, every fear fades, every scar disappears Maybe outside, skies are burning But here, I am safe, safe in your arms…

…, but close. They beat people every kind of lifes, you life like a juvenniles all your lifes, you have come from estonia to work, dupplo headed horse, they say, two or more lifes. You all have a severeal lifes, five…

…our sacred dream won't fail The sanctuary tender and so frail The sacrament of love The sacrament of warmth is true The sacrament is you I hear you weep so far from here I taste your tears like you're next to me And I…

…I close my eyes, the lantern dies The scent of awakening, wild-honey and dew Childhood games, woods and lakes Streams of silver, toys of olden days Meadows of Heaven The flowers of wonder and the hidden treasures In…

…UNIVERSUMES OF THE EARTH. THERE IS JUST ONE OF US, SKILLS, WHAT PEOPLE HAVE, ARE HIDDEN AND COST MUCH. YOU CAN STRENGTEN THEM, LIKE THE WEAKER FLAME. THOSE ARE LIKE FLOWERS, WHICH FOLLOW THE DAYLIGHT AND SHINE, LIKE THE…