We lose our precious time in the endless traffic jams;
We pray to be as holy as the everlasting Christ;
We use our strength to humiliate the weakest men
Destroying everything in their fragile lives.

Where is the time we have lost
In the traffic jams, the traffic wars?
The time we should have spent on our love,
Because the time we have now is not enough.

This road is full of roaring engines in the fog;
They wait for hidden sense in blinking yellow lights;
Some like sweet pop, some like acoustic gothic rock,
But they're all lost in the web of a public life.

Where is the time we have lost
In the traffic jams, the traffic wars?
The time we should have spent on our love,
Because the time we have now is not enough.

We breathe the poisoned air on every city street
That's filled with lots of ugly boxes on the wheels;
We waste much time while standing here, time that we need
To heal the wounds that the traffic jams will never heal.