VERSE: The blades turn, the wind gently caresses my face. Between turns and turns, my thoughts come and go. Wasting time, looking for excuses not to leave. Between stuck seconds, in a slow moment. The needles stick, and drain the sand, each step exhausts the moment. CHORUS: Spinning and rolling.....(time is running out)....your fate is cast.....uh, uh, uh. Spinning and rowing.......(you will end up swimming)......don't drown your fate.....uh, uh, uh. You are an expression.........(reflection of the soul)...a window.....uh, uh, uh, uh. You spin in life, you roll in the world........uh, uh, uh, uh, la, la, la, la. The blades turn and I waste time so as not to leave.......m, m, m, m, m.... VERSE: And a manifestation of expression, is violently repressed by a tumult of other people's thoughts. It flows like a river, that flows into a creative sea. The blades turn, and the gentle wind pushes my ideas. It's not talent, it's hysteria, it's madness. And a North is the beginning, an endless horizon. CHORUS: Spinning and rolling.....(time is running out)....your fate is cast.....uh, uh, uh. Spinning and rowing.......(you'll end up swimming)......don't drown your fate.....uh, uh, uh. You are an expression.........(reflection of the soul)...a window.....uh, uh, uh, uh. You spin in life, you roll in the world........uh, uh, uh, uh, la, la, la, la. The blades spin and I waste time so as not to leave.......m, m, m, m, m.... FINAL: The blades spin, the wind gently caresses my face. Between turns and turns, my thoughts come and go.......m, m, m, m, m, m,..... VERSE: The blades turn, the wind gently caresses my face. Between turns and turns, my thoughts come and go. Wasting time, looking for excuses not to leave. Between stuck seconds, in a slow moment. The needles stick, and drain the sand, each step exhausts the moment. CHORUS: Spinning and rolling.....(time is running out)....your fate is cast.....uh, uh, uh. Spinning and rowing.......(you will end up swimming)......don't drown your fate.....uh, uh, uh. You are an expression.........(reflection of the soul)...a window.....uh, uh, uh, uh. You spin in life, you roll in the world........uh, uh, uh, uh, la, la, la, la. The blades turn and I waste time so as not to leave.......m, m, m, m, m.... VERSE: And a manifestation of expression, is violently repressed by a tumult of other people's thoughts. It flows like a river, that flows into a creative sea. The blades turn, and the gentle wind pushes my ideas. It's not talent, it's hysteria, it's madness. And a North is the beginning, an endless horizon. CHORUS: Spinning and rolling.....(time is running out)....your fate is cast.....uh, uh, uh. Spinning and rowing.......(you'll end up swimming)......don't drown your fate.....uh, uh, uh. You are an expression.........(reflection of the soul)...a window.....uh, uh, uh, uh. You spin in life, you roll in the world........uh, uh, uh, uh, la, la, la, la. The blades spin and I waste time so as not to leave.......m, m, m, m, m.... FINAL: The blades spin, the wind gently caresses my face. Between turns and turns, my thoughts come and go.......m, m, m, m, m, m,.....