I'm sick of my fake friends
From your endless accounts
From my far away, from my near,
From my inside, from my outside
The trouble of everyone doesn't end separately
No matter what you do, no one is satisfied
Thousand coper plays on a string
Crazy people sell the mind
Take (it/them), take (it/them)...
I said good, (but) he ran away
He left at my most difficult moment
If my worries had eased
It could be heavy for everyone.
From the other hand, to the other hand
From each side
Neither wife nor friend nor dear don't break away
(They) would eat the man for sake
Then they say "ah, oh".
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