Szövegek

Higher and higher, towards something you don’t know,

can’t be a leader the one who was born to follow,

dreams made of wax, after your ten-minute glory

rethinking it: in fact, yours ain’t a special story

After feelin’ the first sunray,

with melt hybris and cool forehead,

as your life’s fading away

wondering on who has led?

(2x) „My son… avoid… the sea and the sun

Hold the midway – and you will live on.”

Your soul is longing towards empty, unseen heights

but the air here is too thin, too thin for this race…

Never get too high, don’t fight the anger of a god,

trust me, as I believe the fear calling from my blood.

The sun goes down, distant screams sound in its way…

a new falling Icaros is born everyday!