You�re standing on the river bank
The filthy water is bellowing before you here
You must jump in it
But after a few meters
A whirl pulls you down
Into the dust of deep
Pushing your head above your fellows
Trampling through to escape
But the river is cruel
And the whirl pulls you down
Into the dust of deep
You must go, so many people
Fear of the first steps
But you�ll reach together the bank
You want to turn back,
But you can�t
Want to reach the other side
But it�s lost in the fog
The life pulls you down
Into the dust of deep |
