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We toil so hard for the things of the world
As if they were alive they become our gods
But everything is just an illusion and we don't see
that we are chasing round the wind
Someone says: God is a lie, an invention
But our life is the play
The aim of life is reaching our happiness
all the rest is just appearance
The real joy is with God
and everything else is only vanity
We think that the final goal is reaching the top
climb the mountaintop and get rid of others cutting their rope
There's no love in our work, we sell blood and tears for business
and smile back to the eye of the world
Someone says: God is a lie, an invention
But our life is the play
The aim of life is reaching our happiness
all the rest is just appearance
The real joy is with God
and everything else is only vanity
Why do you cry? Why, my friend?
Your Babel Tower was so high, but it has fallen on your shoulders
what did you gain from your wealth?
A lot of fake friends standing by your side only for their profit
The aim of life is reaching our happiness
all the rest is just appearance
The real joy is with God
and everything else is only vanity
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