A splendid whitewashed garden fence
   has every house within this street.
   No sex and crime and violence!
   It all seems proper, nice and sweet.
   Nobody hears the children crying.
   Nobody sees the beating dad.
   Nobody counts the people sighing
   because of love they never get.
  
   Life is a wonder.
   Life is a street,
   you'll never know the ones you meet.
   Life is a battle.
   Life is a game.
   Life will never be the same.
   Life is a torture.
   Life is a street,
   never trust the ones you meet!
  
   Everybody seems to be
   the pleasant neighbour of next door.
   But do they know morality
   after having shut this door?
   To reach their aims they do not linger
   pretending to feel sympathy.
   Yet you should never raise your finger
   as they are just like you and me.
  
   Life is a wonder.
   Life is a street,
   you'll never know the ones you meet.
   Life is a battle.
   Life is a game.
   Life will never be the same.
   Life is a torture.
   Life is a street,
   never trust the ones you meet!
  
   Everyone wants reputation.
   Everyone wants strength and might.
   Without a moment's hesitation
   they would even start to fight.
   They are the army of the devil.
   They don't feel guilty for their sins.
   Their minds are mad, their hearts are evil;
   and it's the evil one who wins.
  
   Life is a wonder.
   Life is a street,
   you'll never know the ones you meet.
   Life is a battle.
   Life is a game.
   Life will never be the same.
   Life is a torture.
   Life is a street,
   never trust the ones you meet,
   the ones you need.