So often you have found yourself thinking
Where one should hurry and what one could do
Sometimes the life rises you up to the sky as if you were a bird
Sometimes you get stuck in mud as if you were a heavy stone
We are all getting old, you know while standing in front of the mirror
Eventually you have made your path into the sand of the time
Every new day creates opportunities to discover the world
Unwalked roads are still waiting for us
How little time we have for each other
Often the silence wins the fight with words
To be together with the one who you really love
Does not have to be the privilege of the few lucky ones
We are all getting old, you know while standing in front of the mirror
Eventually you have made your path into the sand of the time
Every new day creates opportunities to discover the world
Unwalked roads are still waiting for us
The time makes our choices unalterable
Like a million stars in the sky
We are not able to catch all of them
We are all getting old, you know while standing in front of the mirror
Eventually you have made your path into the sand of the time
Every new day creates opportunities to discover the world
Unwalked roads are still waiting for us
Sometimes the life rises you up to the sky as if you were a bird