Once I met this boy He counted where all his days went Said he'd build his own Troy I call him Ozymandias
Look on my works, ye mighty and despair It's all dirt, I know that it's not fair How time pasts like travelers of an antique land and There's nothing left that stands
My dear but time and space As I'm replaced, I cannot waste this life Oh my dear, it's not too bad that life is so fast But enough at thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.