It's like a thunder without rain,
And like a week without sunday,
Oh, like a book without last page,
You want to buy a happy faith.
And you can feel without a touch,
And you will hear without speakers.
Of course, you'll see without TV,
And we will run without sneakers.
One song is over,
Another one in.
The more you know, the more you know,
You try to forget.
Yeah, heaven and earth,
There will be no winners.
As we all are sleaves,
And we are, we are sad sinners.