I can open my heart and say
       My life is my gift from God
   You should close your eyes and see
         Every wish you made
        At the bottom of the sea
        With all sunken treasure
     Unless you have fate in your fist
    And asked yourself to grant a wish
          Because to the man
              Every king
  Had one by one the poor man's dream
  I can feel your sweat cool off my skin
When I'm stumbling around in my own fear
          Because to the man
       This is the moral role of kin
         Yet we tell each other
            We are not men