He turned his life in all directions To find out if it made sense to exist He asked people for their opinion To give their opinion on life He crossed the vapors of dervishes, thunders, ashes, fumes 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 are the eyes The two pretty little breasts of my friend There I say Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing is worth life He saw the space between the jet set, the fasts, the palaces And then the technicians on the surface Others hope to see the old Sergeant Pepper In the monasteries, in the monasteries But it's just a search He went in like an insect On the website to see people dissect And he said 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 are the eyes The two pretty little breasts of my friend There I say Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing is worth life He saw lack of love, lack of money Like life is detergent And how it cleans the legs He played forbidden games For friends, they slept Nostalgia, he said 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 are the eyes The two pretty little breasts of my friend There I say Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing is worth life Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing is worth life Nothing, nothing, nothing