Our situation is obvious
Some are Croesus*
Some from poverty
hasn't got even a bite
Some are crying
some are giggling
some find a way out
The liar world id spinning around
Also in my troth
the bites are piling
I am feeling sad but
Also have love in my heart
I am puzzled
to which that I need to feel sorry
As at the beginning of the road
what I have believed so far
Blow me out
Let me love and be loved
Not the pain but with love
let me steep
Blow me out
Let me die from tiredness
from your warmest breath
let me lit a cigarette
Useless whatever I say
no one knows
without experienced
you cannot understood the life
In front of my eyes
all the children faces
Looking freshly
their hopes are fresh
I couldn't get it
all the green areas ran out
All bears homeless
being left at the poles
am puzzled
to which that I need to feel sorry
As at the beginning of the road
what I have believed so far
Blow me out
Let me love and be loved
Not the pain but with love
let me steep
Blow me out
Let me die from tiredness
from your warmest breath
let me lit a cigarette