The life is unscrutable No one knows the sense of this existence I, I hate my own life Of much obscurity and immense infinity I search for sense in my life But the search will never end Beautiful death takes my life Come to me and set me free
Life what is life, time what is time Death what is death, to live is to die
For a part of the human race Is death the only chance To reach deliverance What does it really mean? Paradise of what men tell Or is it really hell Time after time I think about What is life and what is death