Sense

What’s the use of having some friends?
What’s the use of friendship today?
It is only like the shade of the cranes
Who are steadily flying away…

What’s the sense in rising against
When no one will hold on your arm?
There’s no free time left to waste
And it’s no sense to set an alarm.

You’ve shown me what for we feel pain
When somebody is leaving away…
It was of me too feckless and bain
To forget that it will rain everyday.

You’ve shown me that I’m reckless alone
And there are no white angels behind.
Now I love you, when you’re gone
And I will hide it deep in my mind.

You’ve taught me how to have no conscience
And, of course, to be dead to the shame.
I know how to make oneself unconscious
And to make him burn in this flame.

These all things do not really mean death,
They just lead away from the heaven.
What’s the sense of searching a path,
When it’s already half past eleven?