When all passes, and you'll remain
this stubborn pain will change into another
dreadful sentimentality, a breath will stay
when all passes
when all passes people will smile
in this old street that they'll always forget
and the neighbors will see new people
and perhaps you'll yet return, when all passes
when all passes and you will brighten up
this stopped pain that will be released at the end
a purpose will remain, a last presence
when all passes and you'll get drunk
with your blue cup which will be broken at the end
different people that you wanted to be
when you attempted to live
when all passes and you will be finished
and someone else will be instead of you
sweet sentimentality, a last opportunity
before all passes.