i wanna sleep
i wanna keep
my dreams
i wanna live
with thousand creeps,
creeeps like me
and you just one of these
wise and nice men
and
is there any chance,
with your blessing,
that i can feel your divine presence?
can i smell your essence,
can i - just another peasant?
help me to find out
take me to your clouds from this cold ground
i wanna leave this sick crowd
i wanna make you proud