Things have sometimes gone right for me
They may have been accidents
And will never happen again
Sad things happen and there's plenty of sorrow
Waves can carry boats
Who and what should I thank everyone from
Somewhere there must be an answer
My sister already became a mother and got a mortgage
I bought a bike from a guy at the street
Now I'm seeing him in court
Someone else is always before me
Taking everything they can get
When there's nothing to take from
It doesn't really matter
So this is life
Own, precious, useless
A trifling river with its combers
Is carrying me along like a woodchip
And first I used to shiver under the waves
Learned to be with just surrendering
Not even in the bottom will you be left alone though
Melancholy is there on the side of depression
I used to think that somewhere
It's measured
When one has been given too much to carry
It's just delusion, unfounded belief
Other fools think so
The shoulders of a strong one will
Stay powerless just like a weaker one's
Why do you ask how I spend
The days I still get
Do you know how to even order from there
And I won't learn to say that I miss
Even if you ask
Anyway, all kinds of things are given