We toil so hard for the things of the world As if they were alive they become our gods But everything is just an illusion and we don't see that we are chasing round the wind
Someone says: God is a lie, an invention But our life is the play
The aim of life is reaching our happiness all the rest is just appearance The real joy is with God and everything else is only vanity
We think that the final goal is reaching the top climb the mountaintop and get rid of others cutting their rope There's no love in our work, we sell blood and tears for business and smile back to the eye of the world
Someone says: God is a lie, an invention But our life is the play
The aim of life is reaching our happiness all the rest is just appearance The real joy is with God and everything else is only vanity
Why do you cry? Why, my friend? Your Babel Tower was so high, but it has fallen on your shoulders what did you gain from your wealth? A lot of fake friends standing by your side only for their profit
The aim of life is reaching our happiness all the rest is just appearance The real joy is with God and everything else is only vanityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
