Only one candle remains
lit in the center of the cake
and it's trying to burn away.
The guests are now leaving,
you and I look at each other
without really knowing what to say.
Nothing gives away how I feel:
That this day has been perfect
and I seem so happy...
Nothing gives away the fact that for a long time
it has been hard for me to smile.
I want to live,
I want to shout,
I want to feel
the Universe over me.
I want to run freely,
I want to find my place.
A joke of destiny,
an accelerated melody
in a song that never ends.
I have had enough;
I need someone who understands
that I'm lonely in the middle of a crowd.
What can I do?
I want to live,
I want to shout,
I want to feel
the Universe over me.
I want to run freely,
I want to cry of happiness.
I want to live,
I want to feel
the Universe over me,
like someone shipwrecked at sea.
I want to find my place,
just to find my place.
All the broken toys,
all the crazy lovers,
all the patent leather shoes.
All the little dollhouses
where I threw parties
and there was only me.
It returns, the forgotten spirit
of the Summer of Love.
I want to live,
I want to shout,
I want to feel
the Universe over me.
I want to run freely,
I want to cry of happiness.
I want to live,
I want to feel
the Universe over me,
like someone shipwrecked at sea.
I want to find my place,
just to find my place.
I want to live,
I want to shout,
I want to feel
the Universe over me.
I want to run freely,
I want to cry of happiness.
I want to live,
I want to feel
the Universe over me,
like someone shipwrecked at sea.
I want to find...
...my place...
Only one candle remains
lit in the center of the cake
and it wants to burn away.