A wish, that seems to be endlessly,
Unreachable for eternity,
Impossible to me, believing in nothing.
I won a moment, I couldn’t describe of,
Just an imagination or a wish of satisfaction?
Impossible to me, believing in nothing,
Nothing that it was worth.
No interest in being just an empty glass,
Which has to be filled up with new vitality,
Impossible to me, believing in appearance
Without finding out the backround of reality.
Close to my dream, my little world,
Full of light heartedness and something,
That nobody can take me away.
Impossible to me, believing in nothing,
Nothing that it was worth.
Maybe in thoughts,
Sure in my heart,
Always in seduction to break out.
Something impossible.
