Run – run – run – run

You can't drill me like you do
You can't pull down my attitude
I'm not that kind like the mass
I'm a man without stress

Run – run

You go for a proper life
You run and run and forget your space
You always want to be number one
5 minutes are always too long

Walk – I walk
Walk – I walk

Run – run – run – run

I'm the owner of time
To make trouble is not my aim
Hectic life, hectic growth
My rhythm hits always slow

Walk – I walk
Walk – I walk

Never follow this shadow
To be one of them
To be this kind of narrow minded
Come on take my hand

Walk – walk
Walk – walk
I walk