When the moon rose up
Nobody dreamed more than I did
It was already late
But the night is still young and easily deceived
After I become grown up and told
I will no longer need to be told
How strange it is to be human
In these times of departing
It beggars belief
Where the road ends
a huge boulevard begins
at the end of that there is in it
a chance, a twist of fate
a new way out, an exit
What is its moral
and how will it end
this story?
I have nothing to say
hence I say it
I have nothing left to lose
so I gamble
I have no appointed time to die
therefore I dream
ah ah, it's just life stuff
ah ah, we look each other so
and know not whether to stay or to go
ah, ah...