Prisoners in an unreal cell
can beat time with a beer's bottle stopper
he had dirtied with mud every single small part of his mind
sowing the dry black field believing in something

You seem to be like a flowers bunch
can tell your kind by smell hold my bent nose
under examination as a microbe under microscope
taking a deep breath again stealing the air

For my lord I have to say my prayers
locked the door and I will close the gates
through my soul I feel I am the same
and I'll live until the end …

The postcard from Mars …
a postcard from Mars …

You meaninglessly go on a downhill road
hang up painting wich lost every colour
wake up keepin' your dream pay attention to the fire drill
fall like a countless grain into sandglass

For my lord I have to say my prayers
locked the door and I will close the gates
through my soul I feel I am the same
and I'll live until the end …

The postcard from Mars …
a postcard from Mars
the postcard from Mars …
a postcard from Mars

… inside my space hubble from the remote space …
… I don't care !!! …

For my lord I have to say my prayers
locked the door and I will close the gates
through my soul I feel I am the same
and I'll live until the end …

The postcard from Mars …
a postcard from Mars … from the fourth planet !
the postcard from Mars … from so far away !
a postcard from Mars