No man\'s land
Walking on the border, breathing the air of no man’s land
Everything is allowed, no need to understand the meaning of life.
I wonder if one can buy the land to build one’s home in a place
Where no one is king and no one cares about your race,
There are no jobs here, no employees here,
No alarm clocks here, no piffle here...
You can be yourself, don’t bite your tongue,
Yell your joy or sing this song,
No need to play your role and lie to your ma’
That you’re actually pleased with what you are...
The edge of your world is going to crash and disappear
I long for you to come and lose your taste of fear on the way...
-ul e pe acordurile de la