It's the last one, the world goes on
Everyone draws his own cross
Someone steps, someone falls down
Only God knows how this will end
From pure love, a white flower
To the heart, a sharp bayonet
And the stars are crying
From pure love, a white flower
To the heart, a sharp answer
In your eyes
And in your eyes
And in your eyes
Hatred spread the shadows
The servant fulfilled his order
And then the time stopped
The game is too high
The flame touches the sky
And it will touch us too
From pure love, a white flower
To the heart, a sharp answer
And the stars are crying
From pure love, a white flower
To the heart, a sharp answer
And the stars are crying






How many nights, how many days
The last one is still breathing
And the world turns around