Idioma Origen:
[M&L - Michael Kiske]
There is no place for me
And no one to set me free
There is no way to go
There is no place for me
Where it's warm and where I can be
At least there is no place that I know
Sometimes it's hard to see that you're running out of luck
Right now it's my own life I don't know
With everything I did I was the one who laughed
Yes I was always tall and smiled
Yes everything I did I thought would always last
And I felt always strong inside
There is no place for me
And no one to set me free
There is no way to go
There is no place for me
Where it's warm and where I can be
At least there is no place that I know
But I'm fine, I'm alright even though there's nothing left
'Cos what it means I'm sure will show
Somewhere along the way I lost the key for it
But I was always true inside
Somewhere inside myself I'm praying for a bit
Of what was always open wide
When I look around there's only broken glass I see
And everywhere I reach it's hurting me
Looking back I find there was not much how it should be
It's slowly killing me!
I got to go, kick all dust off my shoes
Take all that's good inside and turn it 'round
'Cos with everything I did I was the one who laughed
Yes I was always tall and smiled
Somewhere inside myself I'm praying for a bit
Of what was always open wide
(In memory of Ingo Schwichtenberg)
Idioma Destino:
[M&L - Michael Kiske]
There is no place for me
And no one to set me free
There is no way to go
There is no place for me
Where it's warm and where I can be
At least there is no place that I know
Sometimes it's hard to see that you're running out of luck
Right now it's my own life I don't know
With everything I did I was the one who laughed
Yes I was always tall and smiled
Yes everything I did I thought would always last
And I felt always strong inside
There is no place for me
And no one to set me free
There is no way to go
There is no place for me
Where it's warm and where I can be
At least there is no place that I know
But I'm fine, I'm alright even though there's nothing left
'Cos what it means I'm sure will show
Somewhere along the way I lost the key for it
But I was always true inside
Somewhere inside myself I'm praying for a bit
Of what was always open wide
When I look around there's only broken glass I see
And everywhere I reach it's hurting me
Looking back I find there was not much how it should be
It's slowly killing me!
I got to go, kick all dust off my shoes
Take all that's good inside and turn it 'round
'Cos with everything I did I was the one who laughed
Yes I was always tall and smiled
Somewhere inside myself I'm praying for a bit
Of what was always open wide
(In memory of Ingo Schwichtenberg)