Oh, how should it be done, oh, how should it be done
Look, the book of happiness has gone unsigned
There is no road left that I haven't tried
Reading fortunes in coffee, love totem
There has to be another way
To get you on track
Flowers and rings are flying around in the air
Even people who have fallen out are making up one by one
How old have you become? Run to the end
Everyone is getting mixed up with wives and children