The mirrors are spinning around faster
and faster,
stop it, stop it!
Who’s coming out of the mirror?
Go back, go back!
Where did the fog come from?
Who are you?
Who am I?
The light is blinding me,
everything is dust,
the mirrors aren’t spinning anymore;
don’t stop, don’t stop!
Who’s leaving into the mirror?
Come back, come back!
Where did the fog go?
Who am you?
Who are I?

november 2001