When I was little,
life was easy.
To get up in the morning
and have a nice day
with the family was simple.

When I grew older,
it was no longer easy.
The first time I saw my father crying,
I realised that life is not easy.

It was not easy
when I said goodbye to my little brother
and he said to me:
»Bring me some sweets
when you come back.«

It was not easy
to say goodbye to my second soul,
my twin sister.

It was not easy
to lose a member of the family,
without being able to do anything,
because you are more than 3000 kilometres away.

It is not easy
that it is easy.