If life is love and love is life
Then why does it always seem to me
That the fact to be alive only seems
To cut like a knive to many people I see

Being down and crying is really not so bad
But people who are dreaming of dying
Can make me really really mad

If love is life and life is love
Then tell me what you're dreaming of
While it's already a dream to be alive
That shouldn't cut you like a knive

It should make you feel like a bird that's free to fly
That's happy to be able to enjoy the flight
While it's singing the song called life

Don't think too much of losing things
You might miss a moment of beauty
A moment of the bird sings
The song called life