by People on the Horizon (all lyrics written by Lada Homutová)
Taking off a plane, crashing into trees, feel that windy freeze, little branch, broken crane. Falling from above do you understand? Without any friend what is now, then was love. Braking all the rules, doing what is right, blaming all around, lazy brides, cheating grooms. Stealing what is mine, drinking from my tears, put down all my fears, little lie, you’ll be fine. Black dancer in the shadow. Black tulip on a meddow. Black tiger dressed as ghost. Black wine... You make a toast! Just missed the lesson of a life, you Smith&Wesson and your wife. You are a dancer in the dark on the roof of wasted life. Stripping into me, did you ever want to be free? You are dancer in the black take off the shirt and show me your neck.
I know why you're crying, you'd better stop trying to follow this plot. Take on a shirt, make your very first step. You won't regret and you'll smile instead. You're a galactic person standing on a melting iceberg and blending your drink, seeking the planet... I know where you're flying you'd rather stop dying and find the right "now". Take off the cuffs, make your very first move. You will be happy and you will prove... You're galactic person standing on your planet and blending the drink you like and thinking... Don't tell it to him, tell it to me you're much more for me than what he can ever be for you. Forget your tears, it's just a galactic dust. Here is the person to whom you can trust, my friend. I'm listening to what you're saying, for so many reasons I am staying. I do care what you feel, give me your hand. You will be better and I'll understand... We're galactic persons standing on our own planet and blending drinks for us. Time is changing...
Gabriel is falling from the sky from what I know, he’s gonna die. I don’t want to be there. I don’t want you to care. I don’t want him to die. I don’t want you to cry. Failing states all around us, golden brains won't save your ass. Regrets are prepared but they are too late, people are coming, dancing in the ache. Formalised movements and empty sighs. Voiceless while speaking and restlessly cry. Approaching fame, open your bag, forget your promises, hang your head. The fight between us has been too long, I can’t give you what you want. I can promise it will be fine but Gabriel says he’s gonna die.