Luyện nghe bài hát Contemplations Along the Way

I can see all is to see
but I'm to my fate,
to may come.
I think I'm
but stealing me
like the in the night
I neither see nor notice the when it comes
is what I look for.

I to be conscious,
of what happens now
and happened then.

You feel a bewildered entomologist
who now and then encounters true and experiences,
but many times that it has all been false.

Who lays the rules?
My points at the Self,
so it isn't strange at all that you think you
and your experiences at the same time
when later you get it in and are able to investigate.

But I put the question:
Is this
To what degree are you and I affected by around?
To get a clear of yourself
you must of have others
who can bandy back ideas to you,
make contradictions and you from angles
you know existed.

But I ask myself the question if there was
any other opinions than yours
would you say you be awake then?

You wouldn't see the world
nor be aware of beside yourself,
but that would seem the total reality.
This way of thought might over the truth
and you blind.

You ask where in the world you are and what you do,
but to discuss the question yourself
might which way you took and which you didn't choose.

Best of all would be to find the to the treasury of wisdom,
but would make life better...?
All your experiences of tell you
that each man he is has his own worries to fight.
The keys to the treasury of
will never be found, because it would
you become totally enlighted, lonely
and of everybody.
So what would then be the meaning of

When life is the one and only we own
and once again the questions
create questions still.
all the answers will come
when we have left this and enter
is there beoynd.

That will probably be
as different as we are different from one
and due to who and it happens.
But the answer to the must be waiting for you there,
for if there are no
how is it possible that we should over them here?