To have a nice day But you cannot have a simple and happy life All right, OK So you must make the decision or you will die
To be a happy, but almost poor man You’re Broke and needy but you are always fun
Call girl and blow job But you do not want to do it with your love All right, OK She always seemed to be angel of the Lord
Taking of monastic vows And leave this wild life in sick world I‘ll not sin but not today so young today
The truth is beauty, but it’s sinful too To save is her duty what do you choose to do?
Want to be honest But forced to be a hypocrite all days All right, OK And people don’t like truth so much, they’re afraid
Why not to steal, you‘ve been hurt many times Incurably ill it is in all of us
To be a soldier And give up your life for your motherland All right, OK To be a poet only, write to the bitter end
A man of spirit Admits that he is weak Do you want to do it? People will say: sick Taking of monastic vows And leave this wild life in sick world I‘ll not sin but not today so young today