Эрих Мария Ремарк - Черный обелиск - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I do not know how to play as it should be either on the piano, nor on the keyboard of life, never, never knewful, I have always been in a hurry, I was impatient, always something hurt me, always had to overtake; But who really knows how to play, and even if he plays - what is the sense of this? Is the great darkness from this will be less black and unconscious questions are less hopeless? Will the burning pain of despair from the eternal inaccessibility of answers less painful and whether it will ever be able to understand life and master it, settle it as a torn horse, or she will remain like a giant savage among the storm, which rushes us, and when we want Cars for him, drops into the water? In front of me, I sometimes seems to be revealed, it seems that it goes to the center of the Earth. What is it filled? Longguard? Despair? Or happiness? But what? Fatigue? Humility? Death? Why do I live for? Yes, why do I live?