You are laughing at my dreams
You want to stand firmly on the ground
And I walk with my head in the clouds
And I can't play ace
And I can't play an ace, hmm
Suspended as if on a hang glider
I'm swimming, hen, to the far sides
And I want to run away from people as far as possible
I can see clearly from afar
That your world is running nowhere
And it keeps turning every day into oblivion
You will find a way for everything
Put simply: you can live
And I don't want to tempt fate anymore
I prefer to go my own way
My own way, I prefer to go
As if suspended on a hang glider ...