Bài hát Travel Báo Lỗi

Melodic stanzas

are symphonizing their way

through your weary head


To feed your distrust

And fill it's mouth with the desire

to soulfully be one with your creation


Not a subject to control

you call upon a higer power

for help and inspiration


The crowd waits

and turns their faces

towards you expectantly

you give them what they need

But their useless criticism

makes you die

a bit more inside


Not a subject to control

you call upon a higer power

for help and inspiration


Oh, I swoon

while loudspeakers play soft music


Leaning

over your fourtieth masterpiece

You must have loved

the colour of these violins


I wish I knew you

Your fit of insanity makes me sad


I wish you knew

your music was to stay forever

And I hope...


I have no clue

if you know how much it matters

And I hope...