(Hinkel) Can you picture yourself on a paper plane on a wind of change And which direction will take you away Will it have the range And if you still believe in your dreams And if they make you see It's all depending on this careless games Can you gather yourself from the seeds of love just for a lark Or will you watch the world through your colourful glass even when it's dark And if you still believe in your dreams And they will make you see It's all depending on this careless games Who's the master ?who's the slave Is it true when you tell me there's a place in the sky where you can change your mind Can you see through this mirror without seeing yourself when it's you who cries And if you still believe in your dreams And they will make you see It's all depending on this careless games The dice have been casted The world is wasted ?goin' down down down We're goin' down