Bryska - Obca

I feel like a quiet whisper
A weak breath that falls into the crowd
Willingness covered with fear, still no Titanic
What will break the ice?

Lost eyes
They're looking for a side door
Thresholds too high
On my feet, go

They talk to me as if I were a stranger here
Their expectations are there where it's the ceiling of a skyscraper
I guess it will be easier to get to Mount Everest
When do I reach the top, I won't be there until the end
In the herd like a black sheep

(Alien, alien)

I was supposed to know where I was going
And when I fall, to have the strength to get up
I heal my wounds with music
Which time was supposed to heal long time ago

Lost eyes
They're looking for a side door
Thresholds too high
On my feet, go

They talk to me as if I were a stranger here
Their expectations are there where it's the ceiling of a skyscraper
I guess it will be easier to get to Mount Everest
When do I reach the top, I won't be there until the end
In the herd like a black sheep (I feel like a stranger)


(Stranger, I feel alien, alien)