Picking Corinth raisins
Walking, running exhausts us
In the middle of the labyrinth
Without looking for an exit
The balloon finally rises
The child who was singing
The prettily painted door
You'll stumble right onto it
We give it back, you know
The balloon finally rises
The child who was singing
The balloon finally rises
The child who was singing
Because the day is breaking
But that's how you die
You're caught in the trap
Because the day is breaking
The balloon finally rises
The child who was singing
The balloon finally rises
The child who was singing