You live, you die and that is all.
Why should you ask? Why cry for more?
You think you have the right to choose
The day you'll fly, the one you lose...
You always think that you are free,
But why do they not let you be?
You always pray for you to stay...
Why don't they listen? Why don't they say?
You've picked a way for all your life,
The time you stay, the time you buy...
But who are they for you to say
When you can leave and when to stay?
You cannot live, you cannot choose,
So, why to born when you will lose?