The sea is beautiful by the shore,
The sand, when the waves gently hit.
We together have created a muddy pit.
Here, you cannot be “me” as much as you want,
And I cannot turn back to the ground.
If we want to get out,
the sands we hold on will fall out.
If we pretend to be dead,
the water will call out.
Do you think it's a coincidence
for us to meet in the same drip?
Everybody one day will come to terms
with the dough they are made of
When they take of the dress of innocence,
Adam, Eve and the rib.