This is a typical egoism You think only about yourself. You find other reason Not to render a disinterested help. You are a heartless man And you go against the conscience You try to wash off dirt from hands But she’s here in your heart, just too late.
Is that your domestic monarchy? With the sunshine I begin to realize That it’s impossible to find one key To all rusty locks of any size. You are a heartless man And you go against the conscience You try to wash off dirt from hands But she’s here in your heart, just too late.
We were born to be in this world Without people there is no sense to live We must be people, but not dirty worms Otherwise you’ll see the lonely way