Текст песни Talkshow - Remastered - Silence

There are voices in my mind
of each and every kind
Trying to prevail
They are, to a certain extent
my private parliament
on a small scale
Apparently, they seem to think
the simpliest decision
is something you should handle
with Swiss precision

My opinion's slight redundance
is due to the abundance
of their clever advices
Thanks to them, I am now, most surely
an example of early midlife crisis
Apparently, they seem to think
the simpliest decision
is something you should handle
with Swiss precision

Is this premature menopause
the sole cause
for this myriad of voices?
Or is it also the variety of choices?
Or is it also the variety of choices?
Or is it also the variety of choices?
Or is it also the variety of choices?