| Song | Cosmic circus |
| Artist | The Flower Kings |
| Album | Adam + Eve |
| 作词 : Stolt | |
| From the ragged fence | |
| to the cosmic bends | |
| we have paved our way with eagerness | |
| and forced the world to make some sense | |
| In this endless space, | |
| looking for Gods given grace | |
| Among countless scattered dying stars | |
| by the fireplaces we found some comfort | |
| Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
| or to join the cosmic circus now | |
| From the garden greens | |
| to the mountain streams | |
| We all worked the land and payed in sweat | |
| while sweet illusions were passing by | |
| Like fading tribe | |
| on the ocean wide | |
| In a random flash we live and die | |
| Searching all religions, reasom why | |
| Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
| or to join the cosmic circus now | |
| From the habbit hole, to the frozen poles | |
| we have filled our hearts with poetry | |
| while science was our leading star | |
| On to million suns | |
| where our fading memories dance | |
| While we try so hard to understand | |
| the untold genesis of man | |
| Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
| or to join the cosmic circus now |
| zuò cí : Stolt | |
| From the ragged fence | |
| to the cosmic bends | |
| we have paved our way with eagerness | |
| and forced the world to make some sense | |
| In this endless space, | |
| looking for Gods given grace | |
| Among countless scattered dying stars | |
| by the fireplaces we found some comfort | |
| Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
| or to join the cosmic circus now | |
| From the garden greens | |
| to the mountain streams | |
| We all worked the land and payed in sweat | |
| while sweet illusions were passing by | |
| Like fading tribe | |
| on the ocean wide | |
| In a random flash we live and die | |
| Searching all religions, reasom why | |
| Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
| or to join the cosmic circus now | |
| From the habbit hole, to the frozen poles | |
| we have filled our hearts with poetry | |
| while science was our leading star | |
| On to million suns | |
| where our fading memories dance | |
| While we try so hard to understand | |
| the untold genesis of man | |
| Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
| or to join the cosmic circus now |