It can shine so bright
what used to be the past now
what can not return
what happened who knows when
Our early summers love
was agony to both of us
now it is real, now it is sacred
when I'm not young anymore
Revealing its secret to me
and the culprit an old man with grey hair
I had a bright past
the whole world was chasing me
One receives honor at the end
time flies the clock is beating
victory later seems
like some lost war
There battles this wounds
will reveal all the beauty
when they become ancient things
when they disappear
This mornings that are bothering you
will provide you as well
when tomorrow strengthens
and you are who knows where
In vain you are asking this night
to give you more
because it has to pass first
so you can learn more about it