here are so many lives there are so many choices
So many destiny and feelings for sale
A sea of ​​people who will experience everything
Until they forget themselves and the days are spoken

[Verse 1]

There is the girl of 10 with responsibility as an adult
Buying and asking for baby food in the kiosk
But the man shakes his head even though they have the most
Scared of the little eyes that have seen more than most
The little face put in too heavy folds
He gets the colder wonder how long the kid holds?
So he puts her a bracelet of candy
A little comfort for the childhood she never got

And there is the soldier on his way out to serve his country of birth
And the crying woman who doubts he becomes a better man
Neither medal nor honor can completely replace
The support and the light deprived of the survivors
And they are both potential widows
Both may fall in the war for another while she is waiting
So there are stretched chains wondering about the flaws
Is the win really true with what they bet

And there is the posedam, the pusher, the bottleman, the junkie
Tourists, students, zombies
The retiree, the slave, the elderly, the officers
Tricktyven, the controller, the rocker president
Puppetry, the head of the head, the hip hop
68, the bourgeois and the stupid
The underclass, middle class, upper class
I myself is the fly on the wall raised above the mass
Observing, Searching My Territories
Everyone has a sad, fair or special story
And the day goes into my railway yard
In the middle of it all without anyone ever seeing me

[Hook]

There are so many lives there are so many choices
So many destiny and feelings for sale
A sea of ​​people who will experience everything
Until they forget themselves and the days are spoken
And everyone tries to find where they belong
It's just too rare to hear them
There are so many lives there are so many choices
So many destiny and feelings for sale

[Verse 2]

There is the medical student with the bag full of books
Trying to sneak through the crowd, but his took it running
He turns and smiles maybe it was on purpose
An extra hour away from all the demanding family
They with their formal tone and etiquette
And too big expectations he can not live up to it
Seven semesters no one feels no pleasure
With the ambitions of others around the ankle like a chain
A freshly baked parents couple with the kid on the lap
She is on his way to his sister he must stay and hold a meeting
And she's mut think he's working too much
He should take away take care and try to get the family cared for
He says he knows the good promise to cut down
Took the exit called out she is going to tell us
They kiss so goodbye watch out for yourself he loves her
Praise a carriage and set the course against his mistress

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

There is Somalia that supports the stick
With the civil war tattooed in the shape of scars on the whole body
Now he lives in the block in the outermost zone
Where he every night in dreams see how they shoot his wife
So he closes the light, closing the darkness
Missing 45 in the shadow and missing its desert wind
He has a solid mind like a fish on land
No wonder he's so small is losing the sense
There the career wind with the heart of steel
Burned, hardened, for many years in the industry's fire
Too many lunch meetings, too little proximity
Too few intimate moments, her mind is marked
People struggle to keep the heat close to a cool soul
And she has trouble opening up and feeling herself
Try to hear her inner - There's nothing much to listen to
When you have long lost love for success

And there's the skies, the virgin, the psychopath, the teacher
Transen, the driver, the secretary
The sailor, the nun, the widow, the alfonsen
Homo and massage girl from the ad
Vovehalsen, teenager, prosecutor
Extremeist, nudist and water carrier
The underclass, middle class, upper class
I myself is the fly on the wall raised above the mass
Observe, query my territory
Everyone has a sad, fair or special story
And the day goes to my train station
And everyone is damn busy reaching theirs