You can turn off the thought every now and then
At least stop believing in it for real
And no longer be slaves at least
Of one idea like another, of a mystery
It seems that it is not
It is possible to forget about oneself
And judging each other with others
Convince yourself that if you don't know
Good or bad
It's not the end
First there's right or wrong
To be endured
You can turn off your brain every now and then
At least stop using only that
You can pretend that nothing is there
Even when your legs are shaking
It seems like it's not
It's possible to forget about yourself
And judging each other differently
Convince yourself that if you don't know
Good or bad
It's not the end
First there's right or wrong
To be endured
Which in itself is cursed
Because it divides
While here everything
Should only unite