Things are not going to be okay,
No matter what you tell yourself.
This was your choice to become insane,
You let the wind fill up your head.
The wind on Saturn,
The wind on Saturn.
Nothing could keep you in this place,
You grew up faster than your friends.
None of them noticed when you left;
You called the wind to clear the way.
The wind on Saturn,
The wind on Saturn.
Not a reason,
No, not a reason,
Not today,
Not at all...
So many drops to drown yourself,
So many pills to insulate.
Although you let them eat your brain,
You keep your wish until the end.
Keep your wish, boy, while you can.
Return to Saturn,
Return to Saturn.
But does it matter?..
You've got what's better...
Saturn
© Copyright: Мартин Скорцени, 2016
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