All through this life, working and toiling every day,
earning very little money to even pay the bills, yet
what else is there to do.
Nothing can ever be done, except getting another job
in order to have a little money for pleasure or a
vacation with the family.
Wanting everything to be alright, but this temporary
life cannot give in, not even a little it seems to
say to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem