I rather be dead,
Than be soft,
Someone chooses a life, 
That stays still,
I look to the thrill, 
To see, chase and satisfy my will...

When I saw the sunshine, 
For very first time, 
I thought you would be back, 
To the same old life,

But your picture faded, 
And I couldn´t be saved,
For the rest of days, 
I will run, run, run...