Sometimes things have gone my way
It might have been an accident
and it wont happen again
Sometimes sadness comes and there's plenty of vile
the waves even carry the ships
What should i thank everyone for?
- There's probably an answer somewhere
My sister became a mother already with her mortgages.
I bought a bike from a man on the street
now I'm being sued.
Someone else is always ahead
taking everything they can
I don't have a lot to be taken
it doesn't matter that much
Here's life
your own, expensive and useless
A trifling river carries me
as a chip, it takes me along
and at first i was shivering beneath the waves
I learned to be yielding
Even on the bottom we're not alone;
melancholy accompanies nostalgia
I used to think that somewhere
they measure exactly
when someone has been given too much to carry
That's just a delusion, an unfounded belief,
some fools believe so
Even the shoulders of a great and strong
will be left as small as a weak one's
Why do you ask how i use
the days that i'll still get
Do you even know what's to be ordered from there, that some place somewhere?
And I'll never learn to say that i yearn
even though you ask
No matter what, all sorts of things are given