I'm drinking a glass of wine,
bitter, sweet finish, round...

It gives me grooves and a happy smile,
the power lies beyond...

I think about the things,
which can cause me pain...

I stare at the wall,
meanlingless without...

I don't belong here,
should have traveled far...

In a future,
of old democracy...

I'm lost in a world,
where perfection is everything...

We'll sit in Italian meadows,
drinking local wine with Europe at our feet...

Calling for vengance,
a moonlight kiss my face...

Sunshine brought tears to my eyes,
won't the first time I'm stuck in a maze...

Painful release,
a power which...

A hundred degrees, there's not a breeze coming in,
the air is really heavy and we live lives deep in...