World, world, sister world
when will I have enough of you ?
When I will give up on bread
and the glass will give up on me.

Maybe then I'll have enough of you.
When they hammer the nails on my coffin.
When they put me in my grave
and I won't be on earth anymore.
World, world, sister world.

‘Cause that's how the world is, transient.
One is born, another dies.
The born one suffers
the dead one rots.
World, world, sister world.