Our life is merry-go-round It turns fast round and round People are victims for their lust From the cradle to the grave We don't know the eternal truth The time of death is coming on us There's no exception without a one So cruel and cold
Don't you see the frightened once? We follow after them alike (We) Die cold, under the ground We live in a fantasy Even we already know what is the end of our life
Our life is turning around It fades to the ash color But we miss the lost ones The more death is near We are taking the train of death We don't know our destination There's a tragic end in the rail So far, so close
