The distant days
Become a single happy picture
And eternally
Without letting it become discoloured
I decorate it
People are alive
They are born and will die
And as they die out in the flow of time
They will remain in the mansion
Once again, now
I am without the voices of the children
And in the dark corridor
Are the moon's solemn footsteps
Overflowing
Into the past
The farewell called fate
Why are people
Not changed by it?
How many times will my beautiful
And lengthy, lengthy dreams
Have passed by?
They rise
I stand still for a while
Alone, in the twilight
Someday, without a doubt
I will return
As only my soul
Become a single happy picture
And eternally
Without letting it become discoloured
I decorate it
People are alive
They are born and will die
And as they die out in the flow of time
They will remain in the mansion
Once again, now
I am without the voices of the children
And in the dark corridor
Are the moon's solemn footsteps
Overflowing
Into the past
The farewell called fate
Why are people
Not changed by it?
How many times will my beautiful
And lengthy, lengthy dreams
Have passed by?
They rise
I stand still for a while
Alone, in the twilight
Someday, without a doubt
I will return
As only my soul