In their fancy suits, the kids of workmen
Sit in restaurants, talking nonsense
And long before the night ends
The dinner can be found on the front
This life, it is so easy to carry
Just to demand more of it than it gives
Live as rich and richer
Pass away, or as god
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And to see lonely people as far as eye can reach
To be a human, one of these
And to sink out of reach
When every one of us lives alone in their own holes
Dies all by themselves here
A gold spoon on the tongue
It snows
Yellow snow
People sleep in retirement homes and see dreams
Of times when there wasn't
A gold spoon on every tongue
Looks into a mirror and not even then
A man faces himself, probably never will
Think, under which star
You were born and what for
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