The demon laughed, with the ticket gripped in his hand
Meanwhile, the angel is simply sobbing
Everyone in the riffraff - as far as the eye could see -
Is aiming to be the first one to get out
Some wise person drew a map, and now the fools are scrubbing it off as they trace over it
Without realizing that they're all clowns
They'll eventually vanish, never having awoken from their dreams
Come on over, follow thе sound of the clapping hands, to where wе're all waiting for you
All the bitterness ans sweetness - put it to a merry rhythm
Come on, try to talk yourself into it. Pretend to be an idiot, or something
If you're gonna brave this wasteland where there's no one else around
Try to aim for what lies beyond the illusion
Well, well, are you losing your way on the roadside?
Now, am I a genius, or am I a genuine disaster?
Every once in a while, it's not a bad idea to spend some leisurely time drinking tea
And let yourself be left behind on your own
The landscape never changes, yet the time is like a roadshow
I can't find a single scrap of film
All of these hopes and despairs -
I'll stuff them all into a suitcase and set out on a solitary journey
The me from back then who idolized the rock stars in the black-and-white films
Is no longer anywhere to be found
But as the contradiction arises in the midst of tobacco smoke
I'll just shove it into a corner and crush it to death
Come on over, follow the sound of the clapping hands, to where we're all waiting for you
All the bitterness and sweetness - put it to a merry rhythm
Come on, try to talk yourself into it. Pretend to be an idiot, or something
If you're gonna brave this wasteland where there's no one else around
Close your eyes to the truth, and try to aim for what lies beyond the illusion