Life is such a complex thing
From mud and clay
It finds a way
And it grows as a bud in spring

Life is such a complex force
From nowhere it came
It struggles in vain
And everything is its source

Life is such a complex lie
Each thing it sway
In autumn shall decay
And everything will always die

Life is such a complex thing
Death passes, and then
It starts over again
And it grows as a bud in spring