You are born - it's a sign.
This world loves you.
The colours of day, your shout
And the colours of night
You are a few years old
You feel the rules of the game
Good, evil and laughter
Straight in the eye
In a gate a sip like a jump
Pals are here, it's night
She is a step away
You've grown up
Each generation has its own time
Each generation wants to change the world
Each generation will step back into shadow
But ours will not
A period of storms, your rebellion
Freedom has her breast
You give up home
To make
A home of your own.
A child's cry in its sleep
The bitter taste of her tears
And that thought
To live
Through it with dignity
Each generation has its own time
Each generation wants to change the world
Each generation will step back into shadow
But ours will not
Each generation has its own voice
Each generation wants to believe in something
Each generation will pass away
But ours will not
The road to the very top
But there's nothing there
Just traces of
Generations
Each generation has its own time
Each generation wants to change the world
Each generation will step back into shadow
But ours will not
Each generation has its own voice
Each generation wants to believe in something
Each generation will pass away
But ours will not
Ours will not...