1. GOLD RIVER (Texte 09/1996 tous droits réservés Mr Johannes Hopfner) Inside the wall, inside the time, a lot of people cry. Hear my voice, and let me sing the song of the lost mind. All just an illusion, the Indian smoke in my head, All just an illusion, come on now… If you say goodbye, my soul will cry out, If you stay with me, my spirit will soar. When you travel a far, you feel the world, the world in your hand, Friends are your friends, but you will see you are alone, In the gold river, In the cold river. When the little man is lost in the sea, the moon falls down, He tries to be free, from his family from us all now, He says: "Come on now, need to smoke, I need to fly" He says: "Come on now, need to smoke, I need to fly" In the gold river, In the cold river.