You look outside the window
You see the frost melting
the days of light are coming
you're already 30, in the open seas of time.
You look down your street
it's the passing of the magi
that are constantly travelling
you're just 30... you are 30 years old!
Distant music is coming from somewhere
it lifts you up...
you want to go out, follow the long march
you feel like history is being written...
The days of light are coming, the days of light
an era is ending...
The days of light are coming, the days of light
an era is ending... an era is ending...
You look outside the window
You see the city's commotion
people walking around in a hurry
you're just 30 and utterly clean!
Distant music is coming from somewhere
it lifts you up...
you want to go out, follow the long march
you feel like history is being written...
The days of light are coming, the days of light
an era is ending...
The days of light are coming, the days of light
an era is ending... an era is ending...