My friend's song. My translation
Some folks love their coffee,
Others are fond of tea,
There are those who love sweets,
And those who love salt.
And each of us seems happy
As if most every day,
But late at night on balconies
We sometimes cry away...
We're not who you wish us to be,
No price for a life full of debris.
Let our descendants somewhere out there see,
We're not who you wish us to be.
And life's not ideal,
That's why we may cry.
Some want money,
Others a wife.
Some love the light,
Others the gloom -
But...
We're not who you wish us to be,
No price for a life full of debris.
Let our descendants somewhere out there see,
We're not who you wish us to be.
The message in this song's quite clear,
No matter what fate may endear.
We only look similar outside,
But inside turmoil we hide here.
We're waiting for someone's aid somewhere,
Not knowing what price we may bear.
The cost will be steep, have no doubt,
That's why we cry and break.