I know that it will be
Cruel to talk to you that way.
We are all lonely, people,
Even upon loving each other.
In life or death
Man is always alone -
There are some places which are more full of light,
Others where the smoke is thicker.
An angel up there in the sky
Puts candles under the windows
To cast a fishing net
And catch the hearts of the people.
The bigger the catch,
The more painful it is to look in the eye.
Now it doesn't mean a thing here,
The tear of a child!
I don't want to know today
What will happen tomorrow...
And let them forget
To light up my candle.
We are all lonely,
But deceive yourself in your reverie.
I know that it's cruel
To talk to you that way...
In life or death
Man is always alone -
There are some places which are more full of light,
Others where the smoke is thicker.
An angel up there in the sky
Puts candles under the windows
To cast a fishing net
And catch the hearts of the people.