Old man Your life is upon your shoulders The saddest thing that looks outside Behind your fading eyes
Old days That coming back, are painful Forgotten once when life was hope Keep burning out your soul
Like the ashes of your dead Cracking slowly, endlessly All those presences you had Simple tears in the sea
You feel The flame that fades away The gift of life a weight you bear And won’t carry no more
Old man, you’re on your own This world is not your home Old man, you’ll be alone Going home
Your life Wasted without profit A bet too high against the fate You thought you knew so well
Sad tale With nobody to listen Why look ahead, tomorrow’s just An empty page that’s missing
Grief can change to irony With the burden of the years Anger is the sanctuary Where you sacrifice your fears
You’ve learn The most sour of lessons To lose the smile and still keep laughing
On and on and on…
Old man, you’re on your own This world is not your home Old man, you’ll be alone Going home
Old man Old age now is against you The deepest thing we see inside Your pale and closing eyes
Your days Quickly passing by And while your time is running out There’s nothing to old on to
In the night you lay awake In the silence fearing death Will come treacherously to take you You’re afraid of your own breath
No one Would notice your departure Six feet of clay with just a number The story of your life
Old man, you’re on your own This world is not your home Old man, you’ll be alone Going home… Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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