We're making war
Then we're making peace
Then our blood is cold
Summer is too hot
Autumn is too sad
Of course, not your fault
Time is going by
People say it flies
With a speed of light
You are running fast
Want to chase the last
Before eternal night
People going mad
Stepping out of bed
All day feeling sad
Wind is full of dust
Don't know what is trust
Only know "you must"
Be the one to win
Be the spider's queen
Follow someone's dream
No right to be fat
No right to be bad
No right to lie flat
I-I pull up myself
I-I pull up myself
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Pull up myself
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Pull up myself
We're making war
Then we're making peace
Then our blood is cold
Summer is too hot
Autumn is too sad
Of course, not your fault
Time is going by
People say it flies
With a speed of light
You are running fast
Want to chase the last
Before eternal night
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Pull up myself
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Pull up myself
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Pull up myself
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Pull up myself