Take
me back to the city we used to be
I see it in your feet,
but we are where you lead me,
after victory
What good gain in the rose-like national fame?
Now I've found the glory Now I expect more
While your artful course is supposed to be massive
I'm sorry for being such a cheap person when I pushed you on and on
I'm sorry for thinking that I'm special,
cause in the end it was you
Now I'm home
I thought this would mean nothing
But naturally
it's just a swing
I'm
sorry
for thinking that I'm special,
cause in the end it was you
