You've got it, You've got it
You've got it all
You've got it, You've got it
You've got it all
You've got it, You've got it
You've got it all
Take off my skin, but don't apply
Yours
Don't need a Armor
Don't see me under coats of oil-colours
Even if there are fields of Van Gogh
Or worlds of someone else
Leave On me table - Sold
By the way I'm waiting, I'm waiting
Waiting for my own world
Last step before is edge
Nothing torn yet. I'm here,
I'm coming back on Stage
It Doesn't cause be sad
You've got it, You've got it
You've got it all
You've got it, You've got it
You've got it all
You've got it, You've got it
You've got it all