Oh, there remains so much to be desired.
You can't control everything.
It keeps raining and blowing very hard.
In the blessed land.
Oh, there are already so many boundaries.
Between who should be friends.
But they keep shouting and arguing.
On this tiled square.
Oh, put this in good hands.
Oh, it breaks so easily.
Oh, don't miss this opportunity.
And being right is not lucky.
Oh, there are still so many people.
They are standing often in each other's way.
Or wringing our hands at life.
And no one says anything.
Oh, we are so many commuters.
Back and forth between places.
Their heads are spinning from the endless travelling.
And suddenly it won't work anymore.
Oh, put this in good hands.
Oh, it breaks so easily.
Oh, don't miss this opportunity.
And being right is not lucky.
Oh, put this in good hands.
Oh, it breaks so easily.
Oh, don't miss this opportunity don't lie.
And being right is not lucky.