No more visions for a backstreet palace
The Doorbell cries you've never heard
Just come back to people, come back to life
Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face
The way of falling
The way of falling down
No more dreams for a happy nation
The journey ends in isolation
Nobody changes his horse in race
Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face
The way of falling
The way of falling down
No more fruit is growing at the old tree
The injured flesh will never be free
Under my bonds a thought of violence
Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face
The Doorbell cries you've never heard
Just come back to people, come back to life
Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face
The way of falling
The way of falling down
No more dreams for a happy nation
The journey ends in isolation
Nobody changes his horse in race
Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face
The way of falling
The way of falling down
No more fruit is growing at the old tree
The injured flesh will never be free
Under my bonds a thought of violence
Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face