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Neurotransmitters, missiles under pressure
Life at every turn triggers the heart
Nothing easy man, euphoria and depression
Many stones in the way,
A flower in each hand

Goodbye Radar!
I'm going to jump!
It's not easy man,
Euphoria and depression
Many flowers in the way
And a stone in each hand

Legend has it that we were born to be happy
That crime doesn't pay
And everything conspires in our favor
Legend has it that the night is a child
Wrapped around the bonfire the tribe dances

To celebrate... and lose one's mind

Neurotransmitters, missiles under pressure
Life at every turn, on the threshold of pain
Between the vertigo of a winged horse
And the diesel oil of a horsepower

Legend has it that we were born to be happy
That crime doesn't pay and everything conspires in our favor
Legend has it that the night is a child
Around the bonfire the tribe dances

To celebrate... and lose one's mind
To celebrate... and lose one's mind

Legend has it that we were born to be happy
That crime doesn't pay and everything conspires in our favor
Legend has it that the night is a child
Around the bonfire the whole tribe

Wants to celebrate... and lose one's mind
Wants to celebrate... and lose one's mind
Wants to celebrate... and lose one's mind