we built these cities, we made the wheel
we created wars
we’re running stray, like hungry dogs
gnawing at the bone bone

a man said let’s fly to the stars
...we love property
shining mantions, plastic girls
pretty salon’s tricks

(you have) gold days and gold laughs, gold smiles
and golden age
gold help, and gold tears, gold dreams
and hearts of stone

here I’m standing amongst you - golden people
your perfect bodies tryin’ to hide - soul seeking

golden age – the time is so cold, world so tight
crumbs of life, we’re tryin’ to hide in empty bottles of wine
if I look to the sky – am I still a normal man?
and if I, I make a wish – will you laugh at me?

night seems so calm gentle wind
heals sweaty forehead
night turns your gold to grey stone
you’re waiting impatient

for gold day, and...

Night seems so calm, gentle wind
heals sweaty forehead
soon tired world will groan
...by pale dawn...