I
the child starts his life
trapped in the labyrinth
of pain and suffering without exit
like a snail on broken glass
he is moving forward
knocking on the same door but noone answers him
when the circle's closed
the oldman finds himself at the beginning
but the time is over
chorus:
the wheel of life holds both deamons and gods
until you cross the verge of dakness and light
you'll be born again
II
one keeps his hope
for the better life
he runs through a tunnel with no light
we all make the same mistakes
we make the useless steps
to knowing that motion is an illusion
no matter how hard we try
the Karma follows us
in each of the infinite worlds of Samsara