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