Everyone lives his life despite everything that goes wrong
Despite all the bullshit, we think, and that does not fit us well
Despite all the wonders, the failures, the anythings
Everything that spoils our life, which fights us from the inside

We have lots of frustrated desires that buried joy
We have regrets, those enemies, that try to break our walk
There are deceptions which make us do anything
Some which have very bad effects on our life

I’m not really used to thinking about this,
Between hammer and anvil
I receive and fight

Everyone lives his life despite everything that goes wrong
Work, family, country, money, love…
The only idea of staying alive can’t guide us
There may be in this life, something we don’t know

Since I’m used to thinking about this
I see I have to assume
Life is a fight

Either the meaning of this life exists or there is no meaning after all
Seen from here, we don’t see that much what is life about
Since we all live anything
Where is the consciousness which would make us able to understand it

It’s strange to be used to thinking about this
I presume that life pushes us
In this way