My whole life a circle;
Sunrise and to lay down sun;
The moon rolls by the nighttime;
Until the starter of crack of day comes around.

My whole life a circle;
But I cannot declare you why;
Season more which slips by again;
Jahrunterhaltrollin ' beyond that.

It seems, such as I was here front;
I cannot remember when;
But I have this merry feeling;
That all we are together again.
No right straight line forms my life;
And all my roads have closed loops;
There are no clearly cut beginnings;
And until now step of Dead-ends.