Skladba
In my native place with my family
Strange faces are looking at me here
Our silence sounds more and more aloud
I feel I'm estranged from them
Oh, I have a feeling of strange hands touching me
Oh, I have this feeling in me
Oh I have a feeling of strange eyes watching me
Oh, I have this feeling
They keep on telling me stories about my youth
Was I there or am I forgetful?
Yeah, maybe I'm and maybe they are right
Cause I'm staring at my brother
Wondering who you are???