I think, that everything is easy
And there is no reason to complicate
Because everything is simple
This way or that way
Oh, what can I do?
Well, come on and observe
Which is this way, and which is that way
There is love, and there is hate
And I can say, that I fear to love the love
My spirit is sick and tired
And he's rambled along a dark and frozen street
But there is nothing to look for
But you're waiting for tomorrow
Like hyenas who wait for who's next