Will I ever be stronger or find luck and a home?
Will it take me long to live and die alone?
Asking so many questions won't break the wall
The thing that matters is what you put in your soul

This river is cut into little pieces
It is a gift from God
Every piece has one kind of a prison
We end up swallowed by the mud

Do you miss old thoughts of your long-lost child?
Asking god is there any hope for his sun to shine
Surely felt disappointed when you felt the ground
Sooner or later you won't be around

This river is cut into little pieces
It is a gift from God
Every piece has one kind of a prison
We end up swallowed by the mud"