A door opens another close; you rise, you fall,
it is the grace of life, to be one, to be alone.
It is an empire of dust and fruits; one leads to the other,
life and death hand in hand— it is just life.

It is just life to have it all; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll fear it; you’ll love it so, up and down,
the carousel goes, to be found, to be completely lost.
The caravan of life moves on, despite unfairness,
your fate is yours—it is just life.

It is just life to ****** to hell; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

It is just life, rough lovingly life;
it is just life, a blessed sin, life.

A door opens another close; you’ll choose hope or despair,
nothing is wrong as well as nothing is fair—
when the dice roll one or six.

It is just life; it is just life,

do what you will and can.