"Happines, farewells, love and friendship;

They're all goods that can be bought by money ...
within jokes made by comical dreams.

I might just die tomorrow, you know?

Everything might just end up being for naught.

Mornings and nights,
spring and autmn,
unchanging,
someone dies somewhere.

I don't need dreams or even a tomorrow,
if you will have lived on then that it all I need.

That is actually what I want to sing about."