It has become harder to laugh
and it is longer between each time.
And our world has become so little
that one's body feels too crowded,
And soon upbringing is so complete
that those who dig their own grave
don't think about anything other,
than that they should have been paid more.
Come and sit next to me, little friend,
I will tell how it is and how it feels,
And if you promise me to ask how I am,
yes, I promise to ask the same thing.
For Hercules the choice was
regardless rather easy.
There were two paths to choose between:
one was wrong and one was right.
But we stand in our own old forest
without paths or goals,
And although it is desired of us,
that we shall know where we go.
Come and sit next to me, little friend,
I will tell how it is and how it feels,
And if you promise me to ask how I am,
yes, I promise to ask the same thing.
The judgement day gets nearer,
they all say it.
Sears and Prophets
see the end coming towards us.
But if life is a hell for many
and a paradise for few,
what the fuck are they talking about judgement day for,
it is now the same as then!
Come and sit next to me, little friend,
I will tell how it is and how it feels,
And if you promise me to ask how I am,
yes, I promise to ask the same thing.