He turned his life around in all directions to find out if existence made any sense. He asked for their opinion, many people were delighted to give their opinion on life. He crossed the vapors of the dervish-turners, of the hashish-smokers and he said Life is worth nothing, nothing, life is worth nothing But when I hold on, hold on, but when I hold on There in my two hands, dazzled, is the pretty little breast of my friend There I say, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life He saw the space between the jet-set, the faces, the palaces and the surface technicians Others hope in the bells and the threats, even the old sergeant-pepper, but he's just a recharger He entered like an insect on the website, to see the people of the sects and he said Life is worth nothing, nothing, life is worth nothing But when I hold on, hold on, but when I hold on There in my two hands, dazzled, is the pretty little breast of my friend There I say, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life He saw the lack of love, the lack of money, how life is detergent and how it cleans people He played forbidden games for friends asleep, he has nostalgia and he said Life is worth nothing, nothing, life is worth nothing But when I hold on, hold on, but when I hold on There in my two hands, dazzled, is the pretty little breast of my friend There I say, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life