Turning Round

Everyday covered with noises
I hate the smell of this town
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Someone asked her: 'what do you want?'
She said: 'I want everything'
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
One's birth and death after another
A life of 1 gram

Birth and death, never ending
But it is not enough
She's turning round and round
Give me your heart
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Birth and death, never ending
But it is not enough
Give me a heart and a perfect life
But only the old frames increase
Still she continues round and round

They smooth over themselves
And I throw away my shell
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
One's birth and death after another
A life of 1 gram
A crowd of flies flocking there
I hate the smell of this town
Birth and death but it's not enough

Birth and death, never ending
But it is not enough
She's turning round and round
Give me your heart
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Birth and death, never ending
But it is not enough
Give me a heart and a perfect life
But only the old frames increase
Still she continues round and round

Everything goes worthless (Everything goes worthless)
And everything ends
Birth
Death
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
The junk full of world
The frames left brand new
I can't find my own value in a saturated world

Birth and death, never ending
But it is not enough
She's turning round and round
Give me your heart
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Am I... Am I... Am I... Am I...
Birth and death, never ending
But it is not enough
Give me a heart and a perfect life
But only the old frames increase
Still she continues round and round