When I have no more Time
To always muster my courage,
Spent twenty years of mine
To see the World was a mirage
I'll bow out, I'll bow out
I shall bow out..
When my son is older
And does not need me any more,
The people who loved me,
Are taken away far from me
Oh I shall bow out to them
I shall bow out
When my life has softly
fallen asleep
And my Heart is so cold,
That it can't even throb at all
When it's just become some poor clock to repair, so weak,
There will be no more flame
There will be no more flame
There will be no woman
And all my faithful Friends
Have passed away one by one,
Thinking I was a beauty,
When my trips and Travels are done,
I'll be ashamed of my hands
I'll be ashamed of my hands
When I have no more Time
To always muster my courage,
Spent twenty years of mine
To see the World was a mirage
Then I'll hear it deep in my mind
This little voice that moans and whines
That I am all alone....