Aahhh!!! Shout to me.
I need the voice from the other side,
I can’t be crazy.
I need the voice, I can’t be crazy.
I am stuck in my box, stuck in myself,
the pessimistic fog that
surrounds me
takes away my will,
takes me to dementia,
makes me a slave of my
confused mind.
Mother! Shout to me.
I need to hear the voice
from the other side,
I need to believe that I’m not crazy.
The pressure
made me loose control,
made me weak,
drowned in self-pity and fear,
so much to do,
so much to say,
and I am stuck in my box,
mixing up days and hours.
Mother! Shout to me.
I need to be on the other side,
I need to say that I am not crazy.
Please!Somebody turn off
this infernal music.
Somebody break down
these damned walls,
it’s cold and dark here,
and I can’t cry.
Mother! Call me.
I need to hear your voice
on the other side,
I need to believe
that I’m not crazy.