Sometimes I go my road without looking,
sometimes I wish my rocking horse back. Sometimes I'm
without ceasing,
sometimes I close all the doors after me.
Sometimes me cold and sometimes hot, sometimes I do not know
what I know.
Sometimes I'm tired in the morning, and then I search
consolation in a song.
Sometimes the Clock of life to stand still, sometimes you
always seems to go in circles.
Sometimes you how sick of wanderlust,
sometimes you sit quietly on a bench.
Sometimes you reach for the world, sometimes
is meant that the lucky star falls.
Sometimes you where you are rather
sometimes you hate what you love anyway.
(Peter Maffay)
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