Childhood was a dream… Do you remember the old grey town? It was brighter Like a morning rainbow That was the time when I sang That was the time when I felt alive
I become dumb I become cold like the dead
Youth will die Candor will turn to a lie The conglomeration of the cares will kill the light Way in the night How can I pass the abyss?
Youth will die I will forget how to cry And I know that I can’t win this foolish fight Way in the night
The cruel cycle holds on tightly I won’t to be involved in the web of situations I’m thirsty for the bliss. Stop, please!