What Can I Do?

I think, that everything is easy And there is no reason to complicate Because everything is simple This way or that way Oh, what can I do? Well, come on and observe Which is this way, and which is that way There is love, and there is hate And I can say, that I fear to love the love My spirit is sick and tired And he's rambled along a dark and frozen street But there is nothing to look for But you're waiting for tomorrow Like hyenas who wait for who's next