There is so much to see
You want to understand it all
You ask your questions
Everything is new to you
You ask why and for what reason
But here they all remain silent
What can one respond
To your questions
Innocent and honest
And yet dangerous
For one day
You, too, will know who you are
Then you will gamble in vain
In the game of life
for a few points more
for a better score
You're born
You're lost
In this maelstrom
Called life
You'll become like me
or him or this one
But whatever you'll become
It won't make a difference any more
It's the time that you've got left
that drives you on
You're on the way from
Nothing to eternity
It's the suffering that you see
That bewilders you
On your way
Crown of Creation
Soon you'll become
Like the rest of us
You are on the way
You are pure
You are a child
But you grow old
You turn cold
And won't understand
Why you're alive
Crown of Creation
Blinders on
Stolidly straight ahead
Find a partner
And come upon happiness
Be the last one in the running
One meter forward
And two back again
Who knows the values
Where is the savant
Where is the power
That puts us in our place
Yes, life is fleeting
is individual
Who knows what matters
Why the world turns