Man - Dear Reader, Deutsches Filmorchester Babelsberg

I saw a girl with my own eyes

I cried out, I feared for my life

She turned into my mother then

They call it a dream

In the pursuit of happiness

Not asking for perpetual bliss

Some peace and quiet would do fine

They call it a dream

Tell me the meaning, what do you control?

Is there anything at all?

We feed our hunger, clothe our cold

We’re just idealistic animals

He took a wife, a wife for life

But he still feels dissatisfied

He took a lover on the side

He had to hurt you

A bonfire in the yard tonight

The flames are green and burning bright

An axe inside the chair you like

She had to hurt you

Tell me the meaning, what do you control?

Is there anything at all?

We feed our hunger, clothe our cold

We’re just idealistic animals

We like to feel like we are free

We make up something to believe

Not that it has to be the truth

Maybe now and then

This is a struggle to survive

The strong will live, the weak will die

There’s no such thing as paradise

Maybe now and then

Tell me the meaning, what do you control?

Is there anything at all?

We feed our hunger, clothe our cold

We’re just idealistic animals