Life is a short gift But from who we cannot tell Many of us keep searching Although it seems a waste of time Others pretend to know Guess they are the lucky ones
Kings fight for glory While an artist looks for fame To millions only is left to pray For they won't witness centuries But still they long for them Hopes are what we really have
I don't care 'bout mysterious gods Nor am I going to fool myself All I seek are some real emotions To be the lord of my own days
I feel much too small To catch the meaning of the world But this also can reveal How simple are as well my needs Just grab that bit of joy That comes along with life I don't care...
Just grab that bit of joy That comes along with life I don't care...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
