the work of this world
the fate is preordained
as if it wouldn't be there, every person
obeys, lives, exists
on the one hand - dream, happiness
on the other hand - sorrow, illness
in the middle, it asks for help
the heart which needs justice
life, tell me! fate, tell me!
when is only happiness ?
life, tell me! fate, tell me!
when is only happiness ?
the life is not for fun
after all, the life is passing away
the world is not without inquiry/request
the sins don't remain unpunished