You see children outside again
playing (their games) under your window
You stay still by the window again, you stay by the window(?)
You fly years back
Those memories get you in their hold every day
They search for a singer for the Swansong again, search for the singer again
When those moments from birth to death reflect to your eyelids
(It) makes others believe in God i guess, others in Satan, or anything
but not in this world
Once you found it too
That half - centuries love (?)
It was easy for you to be happy, to be happy
What you do with your instincts now
when birds have flown away from the nest
There's only photographs that have turned yellow anymore, you glance them through again, and again
You may not long for my pity, it won't make the pain numb
That pain writes this song, that pain can catch anyone
that pain catches
I see your sorrow veil, it got to breath five years ago
Swansong made you cry then, made you cry
I'd like to be like then, when you were covered by white veil
It's been stomped by the feet of time like you
I'd like to try, and that then i'll stay on the water's surface
When i see the river flood of it's channel, when i see the river flood
Those women in markets with their grocery carts, and men in their usual pubs(?)
(they) dream of the youth spring i guess, and the pain dilutes, or however
A moment closer death again, the pain never fades
That pain writes this song, that pain catches
Anyone, that pain catches anyone it wants