And when my time comes,
when I get covered with rust,
would you sit down right by my side,
so that I could be only with you?
Would you sit very close,
would you pick up the words like daffodils?
And would you tell the story of our film,
so that I could experience it again?
Would you talk about my road in the mist,
when the sand drew me in very deep,
when I had no strength
to rebound?
Would you talk about the past time,
when you reached out to me
and I brought my shadow up
so that it could have stood by yours?
Everything has its time
and even the end ends.
If I were gone someday
don’t feel offended because of my death.
Da da dam, da da dam, da da da da da dam...
And when my time comes,
when I get covered with rust,
you’ll have to believe that once again
we will run to the pond.
Wait for some sign,
be patient like paper,
I’ll beg in the heavens
to come from time to time.
Everything has its time
and even the end ends.
If I were gone someday
don’t feel offended because of my death.
Everything has its time
and even the end ends.
If I were gone someday
don’t feel offended because of my death.
Da da dam, da da dam, da da da da da dam...