The sun goes up
The sun goes down
A time to be born
A time to die
The sun goes down
The sun goes up
A time to break
A time to build up
When we are rejected
When we are avowed
Dust and vanity’s in our hearts
Being never filled
In vain
You climb
And fall
What a time to be gone
The sun goes up
The sun goes down
A time to be born
A time to die
The sun goes down
The sun goes up
A time to break
A time to build up
In vain
In vain
There’s no end for knowledge
As for sufferings
All the rich equal the poor
Ashes will cover the ground
What has man for his labor
Is nothing but despair
All these days is the sorrow
All his work is the burden
All day
And night
Day, all day
And night
Dust is in the roots
Man just wants some more
Such a big field to discover
Being broken
Rejoice
Please don’t turn on the lights
We prefer the darkness all our life
Please don’t turn on the lights
We prefer wasting with no lights
One who creates
Still contemplates
Revives from the dust