Original lyrics

EN

Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest Lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness But I don't believe, and I'm not consoled I lean closer to the fire, but I'm cold The earth was born in a storm The waters receded, the mountains were formed "The universe loves a drama," you know And ladies and gentlemen this is the show I got a call from my broker The broker informed me I'm broke I was dealing my last hand of poker My cards were useless as smoke Oh, guardian angel Don't taunt me like this, on a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss My children are laughing, not a whisper of care My love is brushing her long chestnut hair I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim Then vanish like mist as though life were a whim Maybe the heart is part of the mist And that's all that there is or could ever exist Maybe and maybe and maybe some more Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for I got a call from my broker The broker said he was mistaken Maybe some virus or brokerage joke And he hopes that my faith isn't shaken Acts of kindness Like rain in a draught Release the spirit with a whoop and a shout I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock