Every day, a quarter leaves my heart, and a bird dies in the high sky
Every day, life kidnaps hope from us anew
And we weep out our joy, and we weep out our joy
Every day, every day the people bury an idea
Every day, this is the reality of life, this is the reality of life
So why do we go on, so why do we go on?
Isn't this bitterness inevitable, isn't this bitterness inevitable for us?
Every day life reveals a secret
And presents us with light breaking the clouds
Every day, every day, the sun rises, the sun