Child: Well-behaved Youth: Self-disciplined Middle-aged: Just Old: Sensible Look back without sorrow
You grow as strings rain Increasingly hard to form the links into chains As you're born You're more and more lost at sea in the eons' storm
The places you've been Yet you turn your back to the things you've seen The ridge is the chord Of every unborn child in stories you ignore
Death unites You've fought yourself in every phase of your life I am a part too You've only got yourself to blame; I am you
You failed fulfillment of your prophecy And you fall You cut your own string You chose it all Drink and quench your sorrow with water of oblivionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
