It's hard to live for others... it's easier to live for yourself.

It's hard to live for others... it's easier to live for yourself.

It's hard to sing about love... without loving anyone.

It's hard to keep lies and deceit in your memory...

But it's harder to hate... and secretly love...

I live for others... avoiding myself...

I sing about love... secretly loving too...

But when my head bows down from hurt...

I stubbornly repeat the words:

It will be difficult - hold on... It will hurt - don't cry.

If the wind blows - don't bend... Don't hide your eyes in your palms.

If there are tears, hold on... Remember: Life is Life...

And then the tear dries on my cheek.

That's when my eyes light up.

If suddenly they call me into the storm and the night.

I will repeat the words... to help a friend...