Rolling through life like a poor pilgrim
Locked in the door that I don't have a friend left
And my sea is moored, abandoned and alone
But my life, it will be locked
It will be locked like the waters of a river
But my life, my life, will interlock
Like the waters that a man has lived.
Stop, stop, stop, stop

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN