为了什么爱着 又为了什么恶

为了什么自卑 又为了什么负

为了什么克服 又为什么抵触

为了什么习惯 又为什么束缚

 

人就该想人的事

超越个体的规律就交给神去思考吧

哲学家不过是想当老虎的虱子

 

虱子就是虱子

只要不比其他同类更龌龊

那就是虱子的荣耀

 

The city of dream

and the city of illusion

where exists my 5 years plan

and the one to tell who I am

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It maybe quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world

Sat on the roof. And I kicked off the moss
Well some of the verses well they got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me for forgetting. But these things I do
You see I've forgotten. If they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen


And you can tell everybody. This is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is now you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world