Searching angrily for a memory That fits with my soul's uprising, in my deepest i set the nasty counsel which changes my friendship image and mean it to take on the look of violence, so buried things come back to light more and more, and I'm almost surprised at crowd of memories that help me 'cause what yesterday had been cleaned today is settled with a back shruggin' and the look of who doesn't care anything anymore. Tide up I let the memories get mixed up and scatter reasons and charges are used up and the strict counsel keeps quiet so I give up any excuse and let the other people think as they want, I want to be deceived, by this elation like a moment in the night in the night that sends away sense of foolishness, like a hot woman in a seeming founding of two single existences who sends away thoughts which make pride wretched. I know that everything is like before and everywhere I know that maybe my solitary nature never leave me alone I know that everything will be clear just at the end and otherwise it will go on and on. Tide up I let the memories get mixed up and scatter reasos and charges are used up And the strict counsel keeps quiet so I give up any excuse and let the other people think as they want I want to be deceived by this elation like a moment in the night That sends away sense of foolishness like a hot woman In a seeming founding of two single existences.