Fritz Kalkbrenner — Facing the sun

We will facing the sun, 
waiting for these tings [bad word] We smiling high 
watching the good things passing by

Pretend the feeling fine, 
but inside we're crying sometimes
It ain't what it seems, 
nothing but a dream

And the faces get void 
and the lights getting thin
And the roads [bad word] uneven, 
so we don't know where we've been 
And those who doubt us, will soon believe
We are never supposed to win or even to achieve