Buch der Erinnerung [English translation]

I read the book of memories

I hear my own laugh

My life was a fairytale

Told by a fool

I didn't know always what I want

But I knew when I get it

I took it easy, even if it was so hard

It was a set, a set of new targets

My life was often like a game

Like a long journey without a destination

A search for myself

The search, the search for the sense

My life was a book

I only had to write it

I wanted all or nothing

I had to make a decidion

This life was an answer

And I asked many questions

And this endless mystery

Had so much to say