In the city of Zurich, where the rivers flow,
Lives intertwine in the bustling glow,
We're all writing our stories, each page so new,
With friends by our side, our fears we push through.
There's Lorette, with a heart so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night,
In the book of life, we find our way,
Through love and guilt, come what may.
De, o, de, o, life's a winding road,
De, o, de, o, carrying our load,
In the heart of the city, where dreams unfold,
De, o, de, o, together we grow old.
We're all just humans, with dreams and flaws,
Facing limitations, questioning laws,
But with friends like you, the world feels small,
In the book of life, we stand tall.
Lorette whispers secrets, of love and fear,
In the city's embrace, we persevere,
Through the pages of guilt, and the chapters of pain,
We find meaning in sunshine and rain.
De, o, de, o, life's a winding road,
De, o, de, o, carrying our load,
In the heart of the city, where dreams unfold,
De, o, de, o, together we grow old.
With every heartbeat, with every breath,
We write our stories, we conquer death,
Through love and laughter, through sorrow and strife,
We find our meaning, in the dance of life.
De, o, de, o, life's a winding road,
De, o, de, o, carrying our load,
In the heart of the city, where dreams unfold,
De, o, de, o, together we grow old.
In Zurich's glow, our spirits soar,
With love and friends, we ask for no more,
In the book of life, our stories told,
De, o, de, o, forever bold.