Someone must show us what life is about
Someone must tame our quick temper
Only songs can purify someone like us
They must enlarge our heads quite good, beating them
Today I, huddling up out of politeness
Carrying this and that in my head, found myself
I thought that what I saw is a lot
I thought that what I know is enough
I thought that eyes are witnesses
Today, filling up and overflowing with complaints
In the answer, in the excuse changing a lot for nothing, I've found myself
Who's out of this game, or is it such a game
Tell me, tell me if it's hard, tell me