Why do we ask so many questions
And seek the hidden imperfection?
We always choose the same directions
Which lead us only to depression.
Chorus
I wonder who we are
And whom we want to be.
I'm only asking: why?
And no one answers me.
Why ruin your own lives
And then again, again:
Complain a thousand times.
Cry and complain, complain.
It's all the same. It's all the same.
We make this life so complicated.
We sink in problems and offences.
It isn't hard to welcome hatred.
But no one wants to pay expenses.
Chorus
I wonder who we are
And whom we want to be.
I'm only asking: why?
And no one answers me.
Why ruin your own lives
And then again, again:
Complain a thousand times.
Cry and complain, complain.
It's all the same. It's all the same.
Why
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